Last Wednesday, while walking Maggie, I gave her a portion of a biscuit for good behavior. She immediately ran to a snowbank and buried it. At the time we were about four blocks from our house. I thought to myself, "Dumb dog, you'll never get that treat back." Today was the first day we walked that exact route again. Without hesitation, once we came to that area, she ran to the snowbank and started digging. It took me a second to realize what she was digging for. She wasn't off by an inch. She must've been thinking "I'll have to remember where I buried that treasure. It was right past the ghetto house in tan and the diaper lying in the middle of the sidewalk. Four steps forward and two steps to the right."
Of course, she's still a little dumb, because although she found the bone, it had dissolved in the melting snow.