When you get a new ham bone
you have to contemplate it, study it, plan your attack--and, of course, protect it.
When you're ready, you pounce.
Once you have it securely under control, you move your head so quickly that no camera can captuer your motion perfectly.
Victory over the ham bone is now yours.
Alas, victory is tiring, and so you yawn.
At this point, what else can do you but gaze soulfully into your human's eyes and implore him...
...yes, almost command him...
...to give you another new bone.
And so it begins again.