D bought Daisy this gigantic, meaty, brontosaurus-sized bone at the pet store this morning. She's been working on it all morning. She didn't even want to abandon it to take her walk. Then, a few minutes ago, she started trotting around the living room with it, and when I directed her to her bed ("no dinosaur bones on the couch, Daisy"), she went and started digging at the corner of the bed, excavating a little bone-sized crevice between the mattress and the crate, where she deposited her pseudo-kill:
Yes: lacking a backyard, Daisy buried her bone under her bed.
My dog is a genius.