The mole wasn't down a hole, it was laying on the grass quite dead. Murphy found it.
As he crunched I yelled to Kizzie to take it - and she did! Then she ran off with it. I yelled "drop it" and she did! I either have the cleverest most fantastic wonderful dog in the world or Kizzie decided to torment Murphy by taking it off him. She only rolls in dead stuff so didn't want it in her mouth for longer than necessary?
On our second lap of the meadow little blighter found it again...
I don't suppose we have seen the last of it yet.
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