Dog 1: Can I help you?
Dog 2: Just browsing thanks.
My one old dog would bury rawhide strips. She’d come in at some point with this combo moldy/dirty/swollen piece she eventually dug up. The fun part was trying to get it away from her.
“When you want to dig up an old friend, let me know.”
But where are the chickens?
Ah HA, so there is a head dog running things. Okay then.
My dogs never buried things but certainly loved to dig holes that yielded nothing.