Last summer wife phoned me at work and said our young dog is behind the tunnel in the yard and he has been barking for 45 minutes strait. She said he must be hurt because he won't come out. Nabours were over trying to see whats wrong and they can't get to him. I flew home and started to take the tunnel apart. Got to the dog and when he seen me he kinda sprung a little ahead with a pouncing motion. I looked and seen something underneath him. When I reached under and grabbed it he stopped barking and was happy with his praising. Guess he didn't want the other dogs near as he wanted to show me his prize.
The family has 5 dogs. 1 feist that was gonna be a squirrel dog but wound up my daughters finger nail polishing buddy LOL. Then 2 chiuaha's and a chocolate lab that's a year old and a black lab that was 11. My black lab that's picked up over 10,000 ducks and geese passed away yesterday morning