My parents' old malti-poo, Dexter would never stay at his bowl to eat his kibble. He would go over to the bowl, pick up one piece and take it to the mat by the door, eat it and go back to the bowl for another. He ate the whole meal that way. Every time. Maybe he was watching his calories!
Brody has a habit of pushing his tennis balls under the sofa and then barking at us to get them out. He intentionally does this, as we will throw the ball for him and instead of bringing the ball back to whoever threw it, he will drop it in front of the sofa and then poke it forward with his paws. He does something similar with fetch. He will bring the ball back to within 4-6 feet of where I am standing, drop it and then stand there looking at me. If I wait for him to bring it to me rather than going to him, he will give me this look, like "oh all right, if you're going to be that way about it" then push on the ball with both feet so that it pops forward and lands right at my feet. Cheeky monkey!