But when we got there, this is what we found. An empty hole.
At first I blamed Cooper, our huge dog who likes to dig.....
but, then I remembered a similar issue we had with Summer this spring when a poor bird flew into our window and died and we buried it, and she later DUG IT UP and was carrying it around in a basket like this:
But I called her to the 'hole' and asked her if she knew what happened to Henry....she got that funny look on her face when you know dang well she knows something she's not saying.
But she swore up and down she didn't do it.
So I let it go.
Still no sign of Henry's whereabouts though.
Michael thinks one of these days Cooper is going to 'barf up Henry'.....
.but I still think Little Red Riding Hood is behind this.
Either way....poor Henry.