A Real Mystery

Tuesday evening before I went to bed, my eye caught sight of what I thought was an earring on the floor in our hallway.  When I picked it up, I realized it was a ring that I'd never seen before.  I asked Carl if he knew where it came from, and he didn't.  I figured it probably belonged to my dog-walker and thinking that she may be worried about having lost it, I texted her to let her know I'd found it.  "Connie" replied that it wasn't her ring.  With no school here on Tuesday, sometimes her daughter comes with her and so I asked if it was hers or if it could belong to one of her friends?  It does not.  I have asked everyone that has been in our house if they have lost a ring, and sent a picture, and everyone is saying the same thing that I've said, "it's not my ring."  I am totally baffled and have no idea how this ring came to be on the floor in my hallway, or who it could belong to.

It's times like this, that I wish the dogs could talk.  Maybe they know.  But if they could talk, would they tell me?  I've a feeling that George wouldn't. He's a dog of few words, especially if it's not dinnertime.

Neither would Dusty....

Charlie can barely see, so I'm sure he couldn't shed any light on where the ring came from.  And yes, if you look closely, you'll see that's a leaf on his beard.

Apple the kitten is too busy watching television these days to notice.

And I'm sure Todd wouldn't know.  He's too busy with MY shoes out in the yard.

I guess where this ring came from is just going to have to remain a mystery.

~The lovely Ms. Yellow in a favorite spot~