Well, he didn’t just find it he had help: the cat.
Charlie, as he is want to do, wanted to know what was in the bag. He chewed a bunch of holes in it and then knocked the bag of jerky onto the floor. Then Frankie took over.
For a couple days it seemed fine, but now his colon has decided to reek (pun intended) its vengeance.
If you don’t hear from us Monday morning send someone to clean-up the bodies.
See you next time (hopefully)!