It's usually her rawhide. She drags it inside and outside and I've spotted her burying it in leaves and leaving it there for a brief three minutes before digging it back up again. That spot's no good. someone's going to come along and take the rawhide I never seem to want to eat!
Last week she was in and out of the house frequently. The weather is finally warming up so I thought little of it until she disappeared for quite a while. When I found her she was standing in one of my little garden beds, attempting to bury her rawhide, and giving herself a Charlie Chaplin 'stache in the process.
I was displeased, let her know as much, and then forced her to sit still so I could get a picture of her, of course.
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