Every afternoon around 6:00 pm my 2 Brits. start their antics to urge
me to go out and play "Wing" which is a pheasant wing on a string at
the end of a fishing pole. If I'm sitting and get up they run for the
door. If I go to the door they run out to the garage where the wing is.
If that isn't anticipation in dogs then maybe you just have the wrong
definition of the word.
Have you ever heard of "Pavlov"?