A friend gave us two chews for the dogs this past Christmas. Rion, the schnauzer cross, made short work of his. Lightning decided he would rather carry his around the house and guard it. When we would hear blood curdling growls from Rion, trying to drive Lightning away from his treasure, we would hide it for a while until we could give it back to Lightning when Rion wasn’t around.
After about a week of this, I asked Jack if he had seen Lightning’s Precious recently. He hadn’t and we couldn’t find it. Either Lightning hid it in a Really Safe Place, or Rion managed to slip in, grab it, and eat it. Life became a lot more tranquil.