Like all dogs, Zed loves smells. Pizza boxes remind him of long walks punctuated by sitting outside Italian restaurants while we eat pizza. We save a small amount for the dogs and they wait patiently.
So when a pizza box magically appears inside the house and the human drops it near the bin for later removal, who can blame a dog for feeling like he had hunted down a very special prize.
He sat like that for the better part of an hour and I didn’t have the heart to take it away from him even though I have to discourage his possessive behaviour.
It seems to me that the stress of having to guard your prize would outweigh the enjoyment of having it, but then again, I’m not a dog.