Dastardly squirrels again!

I was taken aback by the sight of a squirrel, my arch enemy, on my back deck railing, peering into the kitchen at me.....with my donut rawhide in his mitts. Gadzooks! How could that have happened?!! My staff could not answer. She knows not the secret movement of the donut rawhide, which I alone must conquer. And reclaim what is rightfully mine. Of course, how would I know if my staff, who is not normally duplicitous, hid a brand new donut rawhide in my bed, hoping that I would not notice?