It’s interesting how dogs can be different.
Penny never met a rawhide bone that she didn’t want to immediately devour. She would take it to a corner of the room, plop down, and use her paws and teeth to tear the bone to shreds and then consume it, with relish. You didn’t know what Penny liked more — the pleasure of using her teeth to rip the bone apart or the full belly that she felt from gobbling down the wet and disgusting shards of rawhide after the destruction was complete.
Kasey’s beagle instinct, however, is completely different. When you give her a bone she wants to go outside and bury it — right now. And she wants to do it in secret, too. Only Kasey can know where all of the bones are buried, and if she sees you spying on her she’ll grab the bone and pick a new spot, away from prying eyes. Kasey seems to get multiple joys out of the experience, too. She is a ferocious digger and likes nothing better than to put those claws to work sending clods of dirt flying. And when the bone is safely tucked away she has the satisfaction of knowing that another bone is under the ground, secure and ready for later retrieval.
Interestingly, I’m not sure that Kasey ever digs up the buried bones. She seems to get her enjoyment primarily from the burial job well done.