Dog with ball in mouth picture

“Fetch the ball, Fuzz!” I shouted, hurling the ball with the all my might. Fuzz shot off, tail between her legs, leaving a trail of dust as she bounded off after the ball. My aim was a little off, or perhaps it was the wind, because the ball curled left and plunged into the bushes. Fuzz dived in after it and I didn't see her for a good few minutes.  She returned eventually, not with the ball in her mouth, but something else.

I grabbed her by the collar and inspected the item. To my horror it, it was a dirt-encrusted woman's hand!  It wore a wedding ring, a familiar ring in fact, and I was surprised because I thought the hand would have decayed more by now.