Murder? Mayhem? A Mystery?
So we’re scouting around our new campsite at Roosevelt Lake and what do we stumble on, as in literally trip over? A bone. Too big to be from a javelin, too small to be from a human, unless it was a little person human. Maybe a couple of little people got in an argument and one got the better of the other. Probably never solve the mystery. Rose, our Irish setter, of course would be more than happy to get rid of the evidence by chewing on it.
Note to Self: Make sure you get the bone in the trash or Rose really will eat it.