One of his legs was gone! Had he broken a leg galloping across the yard? Had he fallen in a horrible way?
No. In those brief five minutes, he had dug such a deep hole, one of his front legs was completely buried in the canyon he was working on.
|He tries to look innocent, but his brain is always working on a scheme...|
What do you dig for? Radar is so determined, he not only digs with his paws, he also uses his nose. What are you feverishly working on--physically, mentally or emotionally?
(And do you need a foundation dug? I have a one-canine construction crew that's available for hire...He works for treats and petting.)