Found this on a dog bed yesterday.
That isn’t my shootin’ can. That’s what happens when a large shepherd mix fishes an empty can out of the recycling and goes to town.
I’m in a quandary about who it was. The big dude, Jethro, is about the only one that can deftly reach into the bin for something like this without me noticing. But I found it inside, which implicates Jasper. Jethro knows I’d throw a fit and seize his prize so I’d expect to see it outside.
It was certainly one of the fellas. But there’s no telling who it was or both. Not a mark in either’s mouth.
Imagine that was your forearm. Glad they’re on my side.