A hobby

Bellie is ambitious and has an interest in archaeology.
Her recent dig went so deep I could only see her wagging tail from the hole.
In the hole she experiences rabid abandonment, a gleefulness usually manifested in a younger dog but when she was younger she was forced to be a mother at a camp.
Now puppyness is a frolicsome adventure of slinging mud about the yard while killing my prized hostas and the gentle ferns.
There's something down there she must have.
Perhaps a lost marble shooter. A snoozing beetle. Certainly not a forgotten bone from the other (RIP) dogs, no, they were mannered and did not dirty their paws.
When called Belle rapidly ascends, glances at the yard, gets her bearings, and flies through the door wanting to be in my arms.
She reeks and is dirty this little smelly Bellie.

Here she hid my slipper or maybe ate it and isn't embarrassed to request some yogurt.