I was making Peanut Butter Cookies – the good ones (peanut butter, sugar and an egg).
When I was done, I put the bowl on the floor for the pre-rinse cycle a.k.a. Tiger-dog. And, moved on to the forming, squishing with a fork, dusting with sugar and baking.
After all the cookies were done and cooling, I went in search of the stuff for cleaning.
And, I eventually found the bowl.
Tiger-dog had carefully licked it to a sparkling clean state, added her single-most-favorite bone and nose-nudged the assembly out of sight. Her hidey-hole. Her secret stash.
I swapped it for a cookie.
She was delighted.
I left the bone.