Years ago, my cousin and I went with a family friend to her brother's ranch to get something of hers. While we were there, I noticed a black and white furry skin draped over the back of the sofa. I pointed and asked what it was. She replied, "Oh, that was my brother's dog. He loved that dog so much that when it died, he skinned it and tanned the hide to have something to remember him by." The look and shudder my cousin and I gave each other said only one thing: CREEEEPY!
Everyone is gone now except for my cousin and me, so there will be no hurt feelings for me telling the story after all these years. But every time I think back to it, I think CREEEEPY!
