A perfectly placed piece of poop

I woke up this morning and began my daily ritual:

1. Did my morning pages (see Julia Cameron's The Artist's Way)

2. Fed the dog

3. While the dog was eating, opened the blinds, blah blah

STOP

As I was opening the front blinds, I spied with my wandering eye a perfectly placed piece of dog poop. Smack dab in the center of Daisy's bed, seemingly gently placed, the pillow fluffed beneath its resting pile.

So, um, I think -- what the...

well, actually, initially, I thought it was a slain rat Daisy was proudly displaying , but:

1. after gagging and screaming "ew, ew, ew" and hopping around the living room in a grossed out stance

and

2. the eventual realization no one was here to clean this up except me

and

3. acknowledging it was necessary to clean it up

and

4. my eventual careful plastic bag grabbing of said brown blob

I determined it was poop -- through and through.

And then I think -- what the...

Why was there only one small piece of dog poop?

The crap was cold.

Daisy hadn't been begging me to go out.

It wasn't there last evening.

What the...

It is a poop mystery.

Worthy of a blog entry, apparently.

The pillow upon which the poop was perfectly placed. Please note: the poop has been removed.