I have to admit that the only two things I know about The Godfather are that Tom Hanks quotes from the movie in You’ve Got Mail and that the head of a horse ends up in someone’s bed.

And you know what? I’m okay with that. I’m not really into mobster movies, and even though I live in Kansas City and hear tales of the mafia that used to be around town, I’m not one of those people who thinks the mobster life is cool and wants to watch shows about it or hear the stories.

What I do know is that I’m living my own little version of The Godfather in my very own house.

I found a headless horse.

Headless.

I don’t know if the horse in the movie was a beloved member of the family, but I do know that our horse was. The wee beasts fought over the horse and whose turn it was to take a ride.

And I don’t know if the decapitator in the movie was a beloved member of the family, but I do know that our decapitator is.

Mickey the Dog took out Horsey.

And like any professional mafia hit man, Mickey the Dog is still able to sleep soundly after doing such dirty work.

No guilty conscience there, huh?

Big A and I are a little disturbed by this.

Would you feel safe knowing this killer was in your house?