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Dog tales

True story from a coworker of Steve's:

This guy and his wife have this big huge dog. It's a rare breed, about the size of a Newfoundland, and gentle and friendly. Also very hungry. So, when the guy came home the other day and glanced into the kitchen and saw the dog chewing on a bone in the shadows, he thought nothing of it and kept on his way--figured his wife had gotten the dog a bone. He came back into the kitchen a while later, flicked on the lights, and found that his dog was happily sitting in the middle of a sea of human bones, strewn across the kitchen floor.

His wife is a medical student, see, and she happens to have a box of bones for study purposes. The dog, it seems, got into them. Funny, undoubtedly; but ghoulish too.

So remember this when you donate your body to science. Your bones may end up in a box in some med student's house, where a dog might scatter them on the kitchen floor and chew upon them. Hey, it's nature; what can you do?



Jan. 26th, 2005 06:06 am (UTC)
A few years ago I read several books written by forensics anthropologists about identifying murder victims by their skeletal remains. One of them claimed that several of his most interesting cases were discovered when dogs were let loose to run in the woods, and brought home "interesting" bones.
Jan. 26th, 2005 09:07 am (UTC)
That does seem to be the case quite often. Isn't that how they found what's-her-name's remains? Gary Condit's intern.