Another Strange Occurence...Actually Two

I also find it to be a strange occurence that someone would bring poop to someone's house, and that the hostess wouldn't mind. One of our Envirothoners found some scat while he was out in the woods at his grandfather's last week. So he scooped it up, kept it in a Ziploc bag, and brought it to my house today. We took it outside and examined it to see what type it might be. As the boys carefully poked through the poop to find bits of shell and insects, Kelly carefully sneaked up behind them. At the first opportunity, she snatched that poop and ran with it. She had a ball rolling and smooshing around in it. I guess that would be a third strange occurence. The dog just finished her bath.