Gracie, the Great Dane (mix) that my family had when I was growing up - indeed the first dog Paul ever met who was a leaner - didn't normally "bury" things ...

But when my eldest niece and nephew were about 3 years old, they decided Gracie was hungry all the time, so they would give her a biscuit. She would dutifully take it from them, which delighted them, of course. Well they gave her more biscuits than even a Great Dane could eat, and we had no idea what she did with them all ... until we were vacuuming the living room the next day, and moved Dad's recliner. Pushed underneth it were about 10 "cookies" - Gracie hid them rather than either get a tummyache or refuse a cookie and dissapoint the little ones. We stuck those back in the box, and moved the box to where Jess and Jim couldn't reach it for subsequent visits.

Gracie was such an integral part of their definition of family that they both referred to my parents' home as GrammaGrampaGracie's house!