This morning, as I was finishing my coffee and getting ready to go to the gym, I heard a bloodcurdling scream come from the back yard.
The building’s new owner decided that what the back patio really needed was some trees, and the guys who were doing the digging ran across a skeleton.
Once everyone had calmed down, we figured out that it was a dog skeleton and surmised that the building’s former owner had been burying her dead dogs in the yard – which, in case you were wondering, is illegal in Los Angeles.
Later, one of the older neighbors confirmed this and added that there are probably 5 or 6 dogs buried back there… somewhere.
If only they’d come back to life. Then my backyard would be like a George A. Romero movie. With dachshunds.
How awesome would that be?