It doesn't take him long. The Evil Ice isn't big and he's got some strong muscles in his shoulders and back. Picking it up, pleased with himself, he trots over and dumps it with dramatic finality in the hole, before turning around and kicking dirt over it. His nose is covered in dirt and so are his front paws with smatters of it on his chest and he looks far too pleased with the situation. Halfway through a kick, he notices the new ball in Ami's hands and his blue eyes rise to follow it as she tosses it. Behind him, his tails whisks lightly back and forth.