BeYouT Within

Out in the boonies of NM yesterday, our dogs returned from their trot in the wilds, with heads hanging low and tails tucked, as if they'd made a mess getting into the trash. At first, they looked to be caked in mud, and I thought they must have found a watering hole to play in til dark. But under the cabin's porch light, it was instantly clear that the crime they'd committed was a much worse offense than skinny dippin' n comin' home muddy. For it was not mud they were caked in, it was blood. The shaming they thought to get, from the looks of it, was for murder, ew, and ew, ew, again, Ewww, from the looks of it, brutal murder. What ever was killed died a horrible death. Although their guilty demeanors said, "Yes, we did it, we killed the waskily wabbit...without a wifle... and then we played tug-a-war with the liddle wabbit's body.", or proudly, "Why, yes! We erradicated an entire colony of infiltrating prairie dogs. Please, can you thank us lat...