Ew.

Much to my dismay, and Cider's delight, there are four elk legs hidden somewhere in our yard.  That's right, four!  They were provided by Wes's recent successful elk hunt.  Cider has buried them or hidden them somewhere, and once in a while, we see one of them.  This was my view out the sliding glass door the other day.  This leg was so encrusted with snow, it was obviously heavy for poor Cider.  But she happily carried it back and forth across the porch, stopping on either side to pick at it a little bit.  By evening, the leg was once again hidden. Oh, the strange habits of our canine friends.  Especially this one!  Ew.