We live in a giant grove of oak trees, and about once every other week our Labrador, Ozzie, brings us one of his greatest prizes: a piece of long-gone squirrel attached to a big, fluffy squirrel tail. For the most part they just look like a piece of leather that should be the back end of a Davey Crockett hat, but this most recent time it was the entire squirrel.
I promised to post what it was like to live in the country again. Well, let me tell you that squirrel jerky is a hell of a lot better than the half of a baby deer he dragged up to the house last month. gag. (These photos are small for a reason.)
Ozzie brings it home, and...
Joe has to go throw it away!