When we were trading rigs, we were carrying stuff from the former one to the new one, looked down and here comes my cocker spaniel with his ball in his mouth from the "old" unit, going to the new unit! He was helping... just making sure his ball got put in the new one, I guess. That was really cute and funny.
Might be a "cocker thing". We tell our guys to pack their stuff, we're going in the "little house". One of them runs around and picks out the babies and balls he wants to take along, and puts them in a dog bed, right inside the door that we go out when we leave. I often wonder what's going on inside their little heads.
Whatever hits the fan will not be evenly distributed.