I saw her dig up the ground and hide some of the biscuits I gave her.
I fed her and her six puppies every day, but was amazed to see she provides for a drought-prone day.
Soon after, I got transferred and moved to another city. The puppies had grown up and moved out. In her presence, I asked the gardener to bury biscuits in the ground.
She refused to eat for two days, when she saw the packers load the truck. But I think I saw an expression of gratitude in her eyes when I bid goodbye.