Then I wondered... I went over to the dog house our German Shepard had. There they were right next to his dog house.
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My last German Shepherd was like that. He loved playing and would always try to make a game out of any situation that he could. He was too smart though. I'd be working on my car and he'd just sit there watching me until he knew what tool I was about to pick up next. Then he'd ****** it up just before I could grab it and go running off around the back yard with it, all the while looking back over his shoulder to make sure I was chasing him. That was the game. I ended up having to lock him in the house any time I wanted to work on my car.
When he was about 6 years old we moved house. The new house was only about 6 miles away so I just spent the whole day moving stuff in my car and small box trailer. Stupid dog watched me moving stuff all day, and though he'd lived in that one place his whole life, he must have finally figured out that we were leaving for good. When I returned from my last load, to pick a the few final things (and of course the dog), I looked in the yard and it was literally covered in holes.
Darn dog had dug up everything that he'd ever buried there, and had a huge cache of his dirt covered treasures sitting at the gate ready to go. An assortment of plastic toys and balls, a couple of manky bones, and believe it or not a complete packet cake mix. Lol, my wife said she'd been wondering what happened to that. No welding helmet though.
