This is how I know we live in the country

(Apologies to the squeamish)

I found a deer leg in the yard today. No deer. No blood or grossness on the leg. Just bone and furry hoof.The dogs were all, "Hey, look, we found a bone! But, whoa, it's too big! Freaky! Makes me want to run off into the woods for half an hour!"

That was Nora, by the way.

My ruralness hit home when I went inside with Zuzu and the first thing I told HSH was that Nora had run off again. I did NOT walk in and say, "OH MY GOD, THERE'S A SEVERED DEER LEG IN THE YARD!"

I just casually mentioned as I was getting my soda out of the fridge.

"There's a deer leg out there."

HSH took the news with equal nonchalance.

Then he said, "Can you imagine if we had found a deer leg in our yard back in Florida?"

I snorted. "We would have thought it was the mafia."