Our foster dog Mickey is a Bone Burier
 He finds a section of the couch he can squeeze it into, then pushes it down as far as it will go. After this he will use his nose to cover it as if he is pushing dirt. He uses whatever is available - hoepfully a pillow is nearby or he covers with air for quite a while!!!  |
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| LOL That is too cute....lol... |
| That sounds very cute! |
Mop lover wrote: He pricks his ears, grins a bit, and then promptly goes and "buries" it in the couch!!!
He finds a section of the couch he can squeeze it into, then pushes it down as far as it will go. After this he will use his nose to cover it as if he is pushing dirt. He uses whatever is available - hoepfully a pillow is nearby or he covers with air for quite a while!!! HAHAHAHA That is exactly what Bosley does! When we look for the remote control under the couch coushionswe often find a "stash". |
| LOL.. that is the cutest... I'd like to see that on video!!! that would be to funny... |
| I think it's adorable! I have a couple of pictures of bones, stuffed animals, and socks & underware that were stuffed, at various times, behind the cushions and into the sofa by my little Beaureguard. |
| Izzie does exactly the same thing....it is adorable.
You hand her a rawhide...she looks furtively from side to side to see if anyone is watching...she sneaks over to the sofa...she picks a good spot...sets and pushes it down...and then pushes air over it. Usually they are in plain sight, but every once in awhile you sit down on the sofa and then jump up because something poked you in the butt |
LOL  Very cute very cute! I don't think they would ever leave anything food related laying around...the other one might get it! Even when it was just Annie, she ate everything immediately. PIGGY! |
Stacy wrote: I don't think they would ever leave anything food related laying around...the other one might get it! Even when it was just Annie, she ate everything immediately. PIGGY!
Izzie will only do this with her rawhides. Any other treat is consumed immediately...maybe a little playing and tossing first...but only rawhides make it to the sofa. The funniest part is that if you are sitting on the sofa in the place she likes to put them she will stare at your until you move so she can bury it. |
| Awww that is such a cute story!
One of my old dogs buries his rawhide in the backyard ..heard this is done with well fed dogs whom want to save it for a rainy day. Unfortunately where I live in the Pacific Northwest we have many of those days and I find a water soaked bone in the yard and have to throw it away. Wish my boy was a smart as yours!! Marianne and the boys |
| Truman buried a flauta! Honest! It was left over from lunch and I decided to let him have it out in the back yard. I don't know if he thought it was a bone or what but he took it over to the liveforever that lines the sidewalk along the back of the house. He promptly buried it, covered it with dirt and pushed a large rock over the hole! |
Deskwench wrote: Truman buried a flauta! Honest! It was left over from lunch and I decided to let him have it out in the back yard. I don't know if he thought it was a bone or what but he took it over to the liveforever that lines the sidewalk along the back of the house. He promptly buried it, covered it with dirt and pushed a large rock over the hole!
LMAO Pepsi used to bury his nose in the couch cushions trying to find buried treasure. This was only with our leather couch. He can easily move the cushions on the new couch but has never done that. |
Quote: Truman buried a flauta! Honest! It was left over from lunch and I decided to let him have it out in the back yard. I don't know if he thought it was a bone or what but he took it over to the liveforever that lines the sidewalk along the back of the house. He promptly buried it, covered it with dirt and pushed a large rock over the hole!
Or was he making a comment about the food? Guess it was sufficiently different that he needed time to think about it. Bless their little pea brains. susan |
| Maude used to bury things in the couch.
And we discovered that she countersurfed when our chicken breasts disappeared while thawing in a sink of water. Even the wrapper disappeared. No bones, so we didn't have that worry. We kept waiting for the wrapper to pass...... then we started smelling a very unpleasant odor in the livingroom. She buried the chicken in the sofa - deep in the sofa. <sigh> Fortunately it was a poor-student sofa and we could toss it. |
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