During the night a dead branch fell out of the oak tree in the back yard. Of course, everyone had to immediately check it out this morning as if it was some special present left by the night crew that prowls the yard after we're tucked in our beds.
Samba wanted to bring it to me, but her jaw isn't strong enough to drag that much weight up the hill.
Instead, she settled down to enjoy a good chew right where she was.
Morgan, our smallest dog, wasn't willing to leave the branch halfway down the hill and she dragged it up to the top where she could enjoy it in comfort.
She had another smaller stick that she had already started, so she positioned herself on top of the branch so no one else could steal it, and continued chewing her smaller stick. Now she has a good supply of chewing matter for the next few days.