After Christine Ross moved into a brand new home on the southwestern fringe of Albuquerque last fall, she and her three-year-old sharpei-labrador mix, Ruca, went for a walk nearly every evening. Usually, they would venture inside a cinderblock wall where the spiny desert scrub had been smoothed over in preparation for a housing development that never materialized. That’s where they were walking a month ago when Ruca spotted what to a dog is considered a treasure: a bone jutting from the sandy soil.
