A conversation with my mother

Sure there are lots of things to talk about, but instead, a phonecall from my mother:

Mom: So Pete figured out that he can jump over the fence and now he's roaming the neighborhood at will. And so, okay, last night I'm eating dinner, and oh, here comes Pete through the dog door and he has a giant deer bone in his mouth, which he proceeds to eat in its entirety on the living room rug.

Me: What do you mean he ate a deer bone in its entirety.

Mom: I mean that he sat there for twenty minutes on the rug until the entire thing was gone.

Me: Twenty minutes?

Mom: Yeah, twenty minutes.

Me: Why didn't you take it from him?

(A beat.)

Mom: I didn't even want to deal with that.

Me: Okay.

Mom: We ate our dinner at the table, and Pete ate a giant deer bone on the rug. That's what happened.