Well, it's coming up to a year now since we adopted Gassie, the mad English Setter, from the Internet and he is still as adorably bonkers as ever. Last night he hauled himself up and over the wire fence, ran into the wheat field leading to the woods and then raced back to the gate a short while later, extremely pleased with himself as he had a whole deer leg in his mouth. (This had clearly died some time ago, I hasten to add, as he is not a killer!)
This was deer part two. He had brought another leg home the day before and gamboled around the garden hurling it high into the air and then pouncing on it like a cat while the other two watched at a respectful and drooling distance.
I am hoping he doesn't keep bringing us more of the poor thing piece by piece until we have the complete animal. I don't do deer jigsaws.
Good old Gassie!
My dogs (foxhounds) did something similar when they found a dead boar. It was disgusting and they stank for days. Dogs are so fun.