Oh, Zeke! Attack of the cuteness dirty-nosed camper!

Any idea what he found in the dirt?

A place to try to bury his dog food, over and over again, no matter how many times I would retrieve it and tell him to stop.

...I would retrieve it…

“Good human! Find food!”

don’t mind me, i’ll just be rolling around laughing for a while.

Actually, rob, it was more like “would you CUT it the HELL OUT? I am TRYING to put that AWAY.”

ha ha ha ha ha

What did he do with his food in the house?  Bury it in the sofa cushions?

Every house he ever lived in had Invisible Forest Duff in every room. He’d cover his bowl with that.

Your house too?  Damn!  I thought it was just my house, especially the little armchair in the corner of my bedroom.  There is boatloads of IFD on that thing, apparently.

My Shorty needs some X-Ray specs to find the IFD; she runs around the house with rawhides, whining, whining, whining.  There is no safe place to hide the damn thing.

So I take it away, proving her right.

The forest duff in our house is altogether TOO visible.  The squatty little long-haired spaniels bring in redwood droppings faster than we can get rid of the stuff.

One time Cheney managed to break into our old refrigerator and steal a half of a chicken out of it, which I found stuffed under the couch cushion, and the foil of a very empty margarine stick up in the bedroom on the windowsill.
The chicken was not boneless but he came through it ok, or that is, it came through him.
We got a new refrigerator and bought boneless chicken….
It will be almost a month since he’s gone from sight but not our hearts. He will always be our little clown. Laughing despite the tears.