Gina Bean!

Evan and I bought Moira a new toy (a bacon-flavored nylabone) and she loves it.  Yesterday, when I called home to see how things were going, Evan was surprised to see her staring longingly at the bedroom door.  He opened the door for her and she trotted in, picked up her bone, and scampered back out with it to her bed.  She hadn’t been in the bedroom for at least 12 hours at that point.

So is this evidence for some long-term memory in her?  It kinda freaks me out a little.