So it turns out that my dog buries her bones. I really thought that that sort of thing only happened in the cartoons, but no, it's real life. I found both of these bones by investigating a suspicious pile of mulch and dirt in my flower garden. And then when I told my mom about the situation, she informed me that she just recently found two stale hotdog buns buried in the hay. So that's a funny story.
Yum! I wonder what animal Sally found this bone from.
On a further note, I hope you are noticing the beginnings of a new flower in the photo I just planted this winter that is now just peeking above the soil surface.