It appeared to be what was left over from a dead deer, after someone had gutted its middle, leaving the bare ribs exposed, but with the head and legs still intact. Cowboy kept tugging on one of the legs.
After a little while, Cowboy managed to dislodge the leg and carry it away to wherever it is that he kept his spare bones.
I went about my business in the woods, inspecting the rue anemones.
Then I wandered out onto the lawn, opposite where the neighbor field is greenest, because it recently suffered a grass fire and has re-surged. Cowboy came running back over the green grass and under the barbed wire fence to see me.
"What did you do with that leg?" I asked him. "Did you eat it all?"
He seemed to understand my question and even made a sound as if he were trying to answer it. Then he yawned.
A country dog's life is never dull, but Cowboy seems to take it all in stride.