My first thought was,
Umm, has anyone checked on the goats recently?
But nope, all goats present and accounted for.
The mysterious skull was soaked in bleach so as to examine it further.
And we do not have a clue.
Something tiny, yet horned.
Indigenous to the Pacific Northwest.
I don't believe our golden retriever killed the mystery animal.
Franklin's too slow,
too inexperienced in the thrill of the hunt.
But he sure did seem proud to have found it.
Along with prehistoric-looking skulls,
the Spring weather has also brought out the modern-day equivalent to cave painting:
Driveway chalk graffiti
XiXi got tired of making rays on his sunshine and gave up, leaving an amoeba-ish blob that
I find very modern art.
Cholita chronicled her Dad's journey, on bike, in Sunday clothes, to deliver eggs to our neighbors......with Franklin following along.
Cholita has a new name for her older brother.
We have no idea how she came up with it,
But for whatever reason,
to her, he is now "Jelly Bean Man".
And what do you get when you have a colorful chalk driveway?
Well, a colorful, headhunting golden retriever,
A colorful, headhunting golden retriever
who's been in trouble about
oh......5 times today.
And it's just past lunchtime.