Seriously -- you may not want to look.
Maisie and I were walking along the bluff yesterday when she did a double take at something she smelled on the ground. Her lips curled and as she snuffled the air, her hackles rose. And this was what she had found:
It's a deer leg, of course. Someone's dinner -- a four-footed someone, I'm pretty sure.
As an antidote, can we look at a Walt puppy picture?
Better have one more.
OK, better now.