I misplace my smartphone on a regular basis.
I rarely had the problem with my flip phone. It was smooth and compact and rugged. It slipped easily into any pants pocket.
My smartphone is much larger and chunkier. It leaps out of a shirt pocket like a freshly caught steelhead. I fear for it longevity when in a pants pocket. Some of my outdoor pursuits are not gentle.
Mrs ERJ thinks my losing the phone is Freudian. She thinks I don't like my phone.
She might be right.
This week we started playing smartphone-on-a-shelf instead of elf-on-a-shelf. No, I don't get to leave it there.
"Zeus. Phone!" I command. Then I wait for Zeus to find my phone.
(spoiler, it has peanut butter smeared on the case)
After finding the phone, Zeus gets accolades and another large, peanut butter smeared treat.
A hungry dog has an IQ that is 50% higher than a full dog.
As time goes on the hiding places will get harder and the amount of PB smeared on the case will shrink to zero.
While he enjoys the treats he hasn't quite thrown himself into the spirit of the game.
I don't think he likes smartphones, either.