Sun Mote Copse here's the situation--i kinda kicked your dog into the sun.

The copycat game continued! Sugar paused to watch as her mother followed suit, a beaming smile taking over the youngster's face. Her tail wagged so fast and hard, it was all but a blur. "Diggies!" she squeaked joyfully before resuming her own enthusiastic tilling.

Although the pup certainly derived pleasure from the mere act of pulling soil from the earth and flinging it elsewhere, creating a hole where there hadn't been one before, what really enchanted her was finding nature-made buried treasure: roots, stones, worms and all the other odds and ends that tended to get covered in dirt over time.

The tiny archaeologist's first discovery today was an empty turtle shell, at least most of one. There was a crack in it, with a big shard missing, and it was very brittle to the touch. Sugar didn't take note of these things consciously as her little claws tugged the dirt away to expose it. As soon as she feasibly could, she reached down and grasped the exposed edge with her teeth, then brought her head upward.

"F'ey!" she called around the carapace stuck in her teeth. "'Ook!" The force of her breath caused the shell to tumble from her toothy grasp, earning another crack as it dropped to the ground between her tiny white toes.