Dogs like to dig? Who knew.

Since yesterday was a gorgeous day (and good thing too, engagement photos happened yesterday), I let DaBear run around the backyard with the basement door open while I put together my birthday router table and puttered around the basement. At some point, he came running into the basement with the doggie equivalent of 'Mom, mom, come look what I did, it's awesome, come look, now now.' He had dirt on his nose and his tongue was brown, instead of pink. He bounced around a little more until I followed him outside where he said (in doggish) 'See, see? isn't it the coolest thing ever. And I did it, it was me. i'm so awesome.' and bounced some more. Here's what he did. I know what you're saying. Who doesn't want a deep hole (it went below the brick border) in their flower bed. Luckily, he seems to only dig holes where he's a) seen me dig holes and b) where I don't really care that he's digging holes. He was so proud of himself. I couldn't help but laugh at him. Silly kid.