Bob the hunter in what passes for the woods. Hunting for what, I don't think he knows.
A happy dog is a tired dog. To accomplish this, Bob and Fred walk 6 miles a day. You would think that would tire them out for the whole day. It tires me out, but not them. They still want outdoor time where Fred can communicate with his inner terrier. Little did we know that the wood pile is really a critter condo. Fred digs through the gravel and pulls at the stack of wood in search of critters who are long gone or hunkered down where Fred can't get them. Bob looks on not understanding because that part of doggie DNA missed him. Oh, he'll look where Fred looks and maybe even scratch the gravel every once in a while, but without the DNA embedded drive that Fred has. Bob likes to play king of the picnic table.