Often in the morning, I feel a little shake of the bed. And when I wake, I find this next to my face...
Then, when he knows I'm awake, Charlie oh-so-quietly retrieves the chew and carries it around the house, typically following me, while I stumble to get up and going.
When I move to my office and get settled, Charlie arrives, chew in mouth. And we both settle in for the morning.
This is never an actively in-play chew. It's always one that's been formerly chewed and then fallen out of favor. A has-been.
I guess such chews are for carrying around and leaving as gifts or decorations or place markers. Perhaps a reminder of fun times gone by and more yet-to-come.
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