While in the kitchen I found what appears to be a chunk of steak on one of our counters. Now this is strange for the reason that neither of us, me and my partner, haven't had steak in some time.

There’s a few possibilities here:

• the dog brought it in from outside. She’s found food before, out in the yard. One night tried to slink by me with a chunk of a baguette in her mouth. We refer to this now as Night Bread. I don’t think this is night steak. She would have just eaten it, and also likely didn’t huck the steak up on the counter.
• one of the neighborhood cats brought it by. I do not know which one though, they don’t even come by and they’d not want to be around the dog
• lastly, and the worst option, a squirrel got in and dropped it, and might still be in the house. Maybe we scared it out the dog door before we noticed. Please don’t be in the house.

This final month of Cohost, I'm posting a random unfinished song from my vast folder of sketches every day. Until it's done.
All the songs will be compiled on my bandcamp: https://flyesen.bandcamp.com/

Greyhounds and borzois were made to hunt made to kill but mostly just lounge and run around for no reason. They like orcs or goblins in that sense. When they die their spirits run free throughout the cosmos causing trouble. They’re such cuties.