Before I get started, Momma wants me to tell you that we are VERY MINDFUL of not leaving tempting things about the estate. She is always picking up stuffs that I believe belong in my mouth and pushing things away from the edge of the counter, but... things happen.
Based on the advice of some of my readers, Momma decided to check out Rick and Jarrod's bottoms when they arrived for work this morning, but they seemed not to be missing anything.
I, Mango, was able to quickly solve Pee-Wee's poop "mystery" through careful inspection of the "source."
Now It was only a matter of pointing things out to the Dotty Old Hen.
As you can see, my beloved road kill squirrel appears to be missing his tummy. Note the offending formerly poop encrusted cloth lying next to it.
Sure enough, it was an almost perfect match for the missing squirrel belly. It is a different color because it was his lining which I guess was more tender than his outsides.
Sadly, Momma felt that MY stuffie now had to be you thin iced and unceremoniously dumped it.
Goodbye squirrel stuffie. Sniff.
Here are some photos of my large and stuffie conservationist self during happier times.
Once again, I, Mango, have been deprived due to stuffie abuse from the little pointed headed monster. When will the nightmare end?
Mango Man! Oh yeah!
P.S. I have been hearing some very strange sounds on the internets lately. Click here and here to hear what I mean.