Today I gave EL D a pizzle stick as a special Sunday treat. He's had them before but this time after chewing/eating about 1/3 he got kind of excited and wanted to go outside with it. So I let him out and he prances around with it until he finally found a spot to bury it in (about 10 inches of snow bank). This is the first time he's ever buried anything! And I wonder now if I'm going to have any garden come this next summer :p
But then after maybe an hour he wants to go back outside and heads straight for the burial and digs it up and comes back inside with it. I guess he just wanted to chill it before finishing it off!