Bad JuJu

I speculate that approximately 30 percent of the time I spend walking Peanut, the Analytical Puppydog is devoted to extracting inappropriate objects from her tightly clenched teeth. Hound dog that she is, P is not satisfied until she has tracked, located, and mouthed every piece of litter, every leaf, every bug in our neighborhood.

To preserve my own sanity, I've begun to anticipate which objects Peanut will attempt to ingest, in the hopes of steering her away from them. While scanning the ground for likely temptations, I've discovered a number of unusual objects that defy explanation. I wonder, what conclusions could one draw about my neighborhood from a dogs-eye view?

Consider these objects, observed on our walk this afternoon:
Two dead birds



One ball of hair


One discarded baked potato. This poor spud had apparently been thrown against a viaduct support beam and was, amazingly, held there by its own starchy bonds.



Three chicken bones




Mysterious scrawlings



And one pork rib, cleaned to the bone



It's obvious to me that the only logical explanation for these mysterious findings is, of course, voodoo. My neighborhood has been infiltrated by spud-hating voodoo practitioners. It's the only thing that makes sense...