Poor Pumpkin. It seems she needs to bury a bone -- or in this case an antler -- for awhile before she can enjoy it.
Because Pumpkin and Darby sometimes fight over bones, I leave them in separate rooms to enjoy them. Darby settled down on the dog bed under the computer desk and her chomping could be heard from behind the closed door.
But, Pumpkin wandered from room to room with the antler. Sat next to me, got up, went into the living room, climbed the stairs to her favorite spot on the landing, came back downstairs, etc., etc. After an hour or so, Darby snuffed at the door letting me know she was done chewing and wanted out. I collected the antlers -- Daby's much worse for wear; Pumpkin's in perfect condition!
We spent way more of the afternoon than I should admit to just like this: