I use to have a vegetable garden with an over proportionate amount of carrots. I had horses and of course, they loved them. I'd dig some up for my mares and Bonnie, my Lab would be hanging out. She'd get one too. Before long, I caught her digging up her own carrots. She'd lie out on the lawn chewing away like it was a bone. My horses knew too where to find their own carrots. Anytime they got out of their fence (often...LOL) they'd go straight for the carrot rows in the garden...that or my lilac bush and once, the corner of my picnic table on the patio. If I was cooking in the kitchen and they were in my lawn which I let them do sometimes to eat the grass, they'd come to the sliding glass door, step up the few concrete steps that were there and beg at the door for me to bring them whatever I was cooking. These animals, dogs, horses...they all learn how to push our buttons.