How doggy is this?!

I was walking, crawling, and practically sniffing around in the woods, searching for that damn coin. There was no way I was going to stop looking for it – it meant everything to me! I was pretty sure to have dropped it somewhere along the path that I usually strolled, so I was confident that I would find it no matter what. I continued for hours and hours with no luck at all during the first day. Exhausted and even dizzy, I found myself in bed somewhere around late o clock.
First thing in the morning was to head out to the forest and start searching where I left off. I started getting dizzy again after a couple of hours, but I kept on sniffing. I actually did feel like some kind of obsessed dog or something, but I snapped out of it when I finally reached the end of the path. Then I started all over again. Time went, and eventually I crashed into bed at night.
I woke up every morning with a sniff and lumbered back to the forest. After a few days like this, I seriously started going nuts. I literally was sniffing the ground, and whenever I met someone I just grunted instead of saying hello. Six days went by. At this point, I started speaking to myself now and again. I think it was to keep track of time, because I always mumbled something like “ground hides it still before sundown” or “down shows nothing after days three”, returning to caveman instincts.
On the tenth day of tracking, I became so very tired that I was forced to take a break. I sat down on my butt with my tongue dangling out of my mouth, and then it suddenly, and completely out of nowhere, happened that the coin dropped down right in front of me. I looked up and stared on a branch right above me: “Up showed it before days eleven.” I picked it up and left the forest on my hind legs. It seems that humans make awful dogs, but after all, I am happy that I didn’t drop the coin in the ocean.