When I was a kid, my little Mickey was the professional Easter egg finder! Mom would paint beautiful designs on those plastic eggs; we never used hard boiled ones, so I don't know why Mickey got so excited about finding them, but she could ferret them out so quickly! She'd bark, and that little snubby tuft of hair - she was born without a tail - would gyrate madly. Once I'd come and pick it up and put it in the basket she'd go looking for the next one.