Yup… with some ham still on it. And yet, you have no ham bone, dog.
For those of you unaware, no I haven’t been dying his white beard brown. He spent the rest of the evening lurking in the back yard moving ‘something’ from hiding spot to hiding spot every time he sensed that we must have spotted him at it. He is so sure that I only give him treats to steal them back once he’s really enjoying them.