He buried it in his back garden!

I don't treat my dog like that. I buried my dog.

Sometimes it takes a hurricane to unearth a beautiful flower, buried in the stubborn ruins of the ancient garden.

The garden has been set out to the original layout.

We still can't find out where she was buried.

The world has become global on everything else. Why not this? ... NASCAR used to be a Southern sport. Now it's coast-to-coast.