After dinner and his evening walk is Bone Time for my dog. He's got this bone that he's had for years. He doesn't chew it, he just likes to have it. I don't let him have it during the day because he'll just spend the entire day up in my room guarding it. But at night he's allowed to have his bone. Hence: bone time. Anyway, I keep the bone on a shelf in my closet. Over the past month, I've trained my dog into the following routine: Jeff: What do we want? Turner: BARK Jeff: When do we want it? Turner: BARK at which point he gets his bone. It's pretty hilarious, though in a sort of you had to be there way.