LOL!
That was his childhood “coyote buddy” that he carried everywhere.
He was laying on the bed with it in his mouth when I gave him the flank steak so he put the steak on the coyote and ate it there.
[he never left the coyote go for fear the girls would grab it and run off with it]
One day, he must’ve decided he’d outgrown ‘childish toys’ and ripped its face off.
He carried the body around for a few more weeks and then dicarded it.
[not sure what all that ‘meant’]
;D
The ripping off of the face is symptomatic of canine adolescent rebellion. When you refused to be intimidated by such feats, he took it to the next level-—hiding the body.
;-)