When I let Dolly (our basset hound) out of her crate this moring I saw a pile of grass.
On further inspection...(I will spare you the details.)
I discovered that she had eaten our son's dead (very dead, nasty, throw that thing out, dead) turtle.
He was saving it for the shell.
Dolly did me a favor, even if I had to clean up the mess.
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