test of wills

my long departed
dog
moe
would find
a rock
in his wanderings
and bring
it home
to lick
then hide
in the corner
of the room.
i'd find
it at some point
and toss it
back out into
the yard,
of course,
annoyed at me,
he'd bring it
back in
an hour later
and search for
a more secretive
spot.
was it the rock,
its salty
flavor,
or was it a
test of wills,
i'm not
sure, but he
was strange
like that.