Two deer legs and a partridge in a pear tree

People always say that things look brighter in the morning because they do. I woke up this morning after dreaming of deer parts all night long -- seriously. I set out for an early morning run even though it was 34 degrees outside convincing myself that my very expensive running pants would keep me warm but they certainly did not and I only lasted about two blocks before running home and driving to the gym for my 3.5-mile run. I hate running inside, but what're you gonna do? Anyway, so I got home, felt emboldened by my run, and decided to go on a spy mission and peeked into my neighbors' (college boys) yard and saw that it, too, held a deer's leg. So I figure that they gave one to their puppies and decided to toss one over the fence for mine, too. To which I can only say thanks but no thanks. I definitely got myself worked into a frenzy last night, concluding that it could only be the remnant of a Satanic animal sacrifice ceremony. Lord. I talked to a co-worker about it this morning who said that her husband always gives deer legs to his dogs after hunting. "Fur and all?" I gulped. "Fur and all," she assured me. My boyfriend said last night that there was probably a simple explanation, and, as usual, he was right.