On more than one occasion, I have found him wandering down the upstairs hallway with one of the new stuffed toys dangling out of his mouth. But ever since I bought him a rib bone shrink-wrapped in plastic, I have had to make sure to monitor the closet very closely. I never realized how much I was in and out of my (studio) closet until I had to make sure that the door was closed every single time. I've made many mistakes and each time have had to chase the dog down the hall or down the stairs with the bone in his mouth. I tried putting the bone on a shelf instead of in a bag on the floor but, as usual, Ray's reach surprised me. And every time I take a present away from him, I tell him the same thing, "Ray, you're just going to have to wait until Christmas like everyone else."
Now, sometimes when I pass the room with the closet, I'll see Ray standing in front of it, his head down, his forehead resting on the door. Waiting.
Only ten more days. (sigh)