Every morning and every evening after his breakfast and dinner, Ray likes to engage in a postprandial game of keepaway. I never quite realized it until recently, but Ray uses his rawhide as a digestif, and the game is part of the post-meal entertainment. If Ray's bone isn't handy, he goes in search of it and returns to the living room for few spins around the coffee table to troll for a competitor. After the ceremonial passing of the bone between contestants, OCD-dog settles in for a quick five-minute chew. Only when the bone is sufficiently chewed will Ray curl up for an after-dinner nap or whine for a walk around the block.