One Friday many moons ago, a friend rang to say his freezer had packed up and he had a pork roast, some meat pies and heaps of bread which I could have for the dogs. He didn't know how long the freezer had been off so the food wasn't fit for human consumption. I drove round after work to pick it up, and the dogs had meat pies for tea that night!
The pork roast was absolutely huge, so I just unwrapped it and chucked it out on the lawn for whichever dog was lucky enough to get to it first.
At 6am on Saturday morning there was an awful lot of barking. I went to see what was causing it, and they were barking at the lump of pork. It had obviously been carted round a fair bit, been buried, and beem dug up again, but then the ants had got to it and it was totally *covered* in huge meat ants (appropriate!). The dogs were barking at the ants.
I washed it off for them, and that roast proceeded to follow me round all day. It was amazing. When I was cleaning the horse yards, there was the roast, in the aisle between the stables. Then Bambi buried it right next to Jerry's anvil. Later it re-appeared in a stable. It sure travelled around. On the Monday however, it disappeared. They must have eventually eaten the lot (or it was buried somewhere and will re-appear some time in the future.....)