Bosco Dog Blog

I was walking Joan around the neighborhood - specifically along W. River Road - when I smelled something funny. I pulled her over and there it was - a squirrel. I smelled it, and it was dead. As much as I hate squirrels, I also think they are pretty boring when they are deceased. They don't "che che che" or run around or swish their tails. B-O-R-I-N-G.

Yesterday, I was walking Joan again in the rain this time. We were along the path near the river again, and this time I smelled something weird. I was quite frightened in my usual way with something new. I crouched down and moved my nose closer to it but also was scared at the same time. I smelled it and still wasn't sure what to make of it. Joan stared at it, too, and then moved it around with her foot - there were A LOT of feathers. Neither of us knew what to make of it.

~bosco