We used to joke about getting a couple of sheep for our three Corgis. I was working when my husband texted photos showing 3 plywood sheep with pillow stuffing covered by faux wool, now standing in our yard. The Corgis were gathered around them looking adorable and happy. Peace in the valley!
Half an hour later he sent more photos titled, “unforeseen carnage on Union Street. Film at 11.”
These photos were of our yard smothered in pillow stuffing and faux wool, the three plywood skeletons lying flat, stripped naked.
