Dad won't let me in!

My mom - she love me so much she went and got me this huge big yummy bone. I sniffed at it, I tasted it and YES it was perfect. I even had to hold my nose up to the wind so the flavor could roll around in my mouth a little. After half an hour of chomping it outside, I decided to come back in....and you know what - Dad wouldn't let me bring my bone in!!!! So I sat outside refusing to drop it and he still wouldn't let me bring it in. I mean to bark....what is a dog to do. You can't leave a delicious bone like this outside - for dogs sake, a cat might come along and look at it or another dog might come and try to steal it. Those pesky ground squirrels might even come of their winter hiding spot and try nibbling on it. So I sat there, waiting and holding my bone, holding and holding and holding. Dad just kept saying drop the bone and you can come in and eventually I did, but then I kept worrying about and wanted out again. Sigh, guarding a yummy bone is a hard job!