Just Me and My Bone

Mom has an issue with my bone.  She constantly mumbles something about  bone chips and marrow in her bed.  The way I look at it is if she shares the bed with me she shares it with all my toys, treats and most of all my beloved bones.  She is a sneaky one, my Mom.  Here she caught me in the act:

I didn't think she was looking so I quietly went up the stairs at the foot of the bed with my bone.

I get my self all comfy in anticipation of a good chewing session.

Then she swoops in.  This is my sad face.  After she took my bone away.

I really don't get it.  I always go back and clean up the chips and marrow the next morning.  It's not my fault I like to sleep with them for a night first.  She also complains about the wet stuffed animals I chew on too.  It gives me a feeling of peace and security to see all my favorite things around me during the night.  If I indulge myself in a little sucking and chewing on the stuffies who is she to say it is disgusting?  I think she should just be glad I stopped sucking on her hair when she is asleep.  Trust me, she can NOT rock the rooster doo!  Besides, I don't complain about sleeping with her cookie crumbs.  Yeah Mom, I noticed you sneaking that cookie in bed!  But I'm polite, I didn't make a fuss, just quietly cleaned up your crumbs the next morning.  You did buy more cookies today, didn't you?