Remember the mysterious blood spattering I told you about on Wednesday? The male half of the mystified couple posted this on Facebook:
“Turns out the end of her tail, which has appallingly little fur, is pretty chapped, probably from being wagged approximately 642,000 times a day, with complete obliviousness to anything it might be striking — her crate, the walls, furniture, the floor, the cat, our legs. As soon as we let her out this evening, fresh droplets appeared everywhere. This must mean that the blood we found far down the hall Tuesday was, um, applied well before the last person to leave that morning departed, and that person (cough, [wife’s name redacted], cough) didn’t see it.”
