I just got back from taking the dogs for a snowshoe trip behind the house. There is a big network of trails there, mostly used by my husband and I, but occasionally used by snowmobilers. I cut a set of snowmobile tracks after the first half mile and was following them when Cody (the older dog) stuck his head in the snow and started chomping on something. I grabbed him by the collar, because it sort of looked like a thrown away piece of fried chicken. That's possible--someone could have been eating a snack while out snowmobiling, but then he spit it out and I realized what it was.
Next time use the toilet in your house, motherf*cker.