I gave Blue a nice juicy raw meaty bone today - his first.
He picked it up, and trotted to the door with it, where he whined piteously to be let out. I opened the door to see what he would do. He took his bone and immediately dug a big hole under a bush in which to bury it!
Isn't it fascinating that this instinct is so strong, even in such a young dog?
Last week I gave him a frozen carrot to chew on, as he's been losing his baby teeth. He ate half, and buried the rest under a tree. The following day, I watched him dig up the remains and re-inter it elsewhere in the garden. On the third day, he dug up the remaining mouthful of orange sludge and buried it for the final time in another part of the garden. I find him a constant source of fascination and entertainment!