The dog and the bone

What does any dog want? The love of a kind master and a good bone to chew on...

There once was a dog. This dog had everything he needed to live a happy life. He had a safe doghouse, food and water, and a good size yard to run and play in. He was a pretty happy dog, doing doggy things.
But there was one thing missing that he really wanted. He really wanted a bone. You see for a dog, bones are not always easy to come by. A good bone is a special gift, a reward.
So he tried to be as obedient as he could and maybe, just maybe his master would bring to him a wonderful bone. Many of the other obedient dogs had bones; even dogs that weren't so obedient, like the ones that barked incessantly, chewed up the furniture, or dug holes and buried their masters things. He wimpered with a pang of jealousy everytime he saw another dog receive one. The dog couldn't understand why he never got a bone yet. Sure he had a puny bone or two before, but what he wanted was a honker of a bone. So clearly, if someone stood before him with a bone before him, at this point, he would salivate and go for the bone. Did it mean that the bone would neccessarily be good for him, or that it would have any nutritional value? No, the dog could not comprehend these things, and he only knew of what he tasted before and wanted more of.
Days passed, and still no bone.
Eventually, he tried not to fixate on it and focused on enjoying playing with his ball, and doing what he did best....napping.....waiting.
One day the dog noticed his master off in the distance walking in his direction with something that looked like it could be a bone in his hand. The dog's head momentarily perked up with curiosity and excitement, but just as soon, he put it back down again and closed his eyes, for although maybe it could finally be a bone for him, he could not bear to see his master walk it over to another dog.