I am not sure what sort of creature my 18-month-old Puggle Chauncey smelled, but I had to chuckle at the furious effort he put forth in an attempt to unearth his prey. If you peer closely, you can see the fast-action flying dirt clumps from Chauncey's busy paws.
Normally I discourage such hole-digging by my canine friends, despite the fact that my backyard is far from an award-winning work of landscaping. Yet I admit I admired the sheer determination of Mr. Chauncey Gardiner, and proper doggie discipline had to await the arrival of my wife, who quickly reprimanded both me and Chauncey.
This must make me an excavation enabler, or a codependent cavern creator.