The other night I walked down the hall to our bedroom to put something away. Leo ran ahead of me and kind of blocked my way looking a bit nervous. I didn't know what he was doing until I looked into our room:
Yes, our bed had been made, but someone was worried about another someone getting his bone so he decided to bury it in our bed. I called Tim in to look at it and about that time Leo hopped up, retrieved his buried bone, and ran down the hall to look for a different hiding spot for his special treasure!