A long, narrow stick with a sort of handle in it. I think it makes a good hiking stick.
Half of a small dead snake. I think he killed it, but I am not sure.
Lucky seems to have taken a liking to dead things, because he dragged in a dead mouse a couple of days ago. Bleh!
Out of those things, the hiking stick is definitely my favorite object. Dead things are just plain gross, especially when you know it was YOUR DOG who killed the defenseless little creature. Lucky seems to have found out how to take his collar off, because yesterday, as I was playing in the snow, I saw him running around with it in his mouth.
Lucky's Treasure
The yard is filled with treasure, but not the normal kind,
The treasure that we have, is the treasure you could find,
When roaming city streets, or climbing mountains tall,
You might think you are messy, but our yard has it all,
From wood to stones, from mice to snakes,
The junk Lucky finds, from the neighbors' he takes,
But one mans' junk is another mans' treasure,
And from all his garbage, Lucky gets pleasure.
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