This picture is of Show Low, who turned 15 this year.
When Mike and I lived in Arizona we would hide the plastic Easter eggs in the house- some in plain sight and some hidden- but all at ground level. Mike would put a leash on our Vizsla, Copper, and I would leash up Tucket for our egg hunt. In the eggs we would have a nice smelly dog treat. The dogs enjoyed the egg hunt and it allowed me and Mike to continue to enjoy a childish tradition. Both Copper and Tucket have passed on, and we have not trained any of our current dogs to hunt for eggs.
This morning when I got up and went downstairs to take care of the dogs, I opened the dog food container, and there was a plastic purple egg. What a wonderful surprise. Mike had stayed up to hide eggs after I went to bed. He said they were all up high- so the dogs didn't get them. What a wonder start to the day.