The hole deepened fast. Dirt flew behind Cooper’s legs in wet clumps. Whatever had him so worked up, he was locked onto it completely. Brian’s first thought was that there had to be an animal down there. But Cooper didn’t act like he was tracking movement. He acted like he was trying to reach something fixed in place.
That was stranger. Brian watched for another minute, then finally went to the shed and found an old shovel. When he came back, Cooper was still tearing at the same patch of earth. “All right,” Brian muttered. “Move.” He pulled the dog back and started digging himself.