I found Lilian’s bowl this morning. I had needed a bowl to put the old breakfast dog kibble into so I could pour the new bag in. Habit solved the mystery!

Weeks ago, Raven knocked over my papaya tree. The roots were separated from the trunk, but I replanted it anyway, hoping it would revive.

Today my hopes were dashed. When I saw the trunk had tilted, that gave me the clue. The fat lady sang.

Wrapping it up, this evening when I arrived home, I let Raven out and she turned and blocked the door so my Doberdame couldn’t exit. I told Raven to back off, but did she? Noooo. So I threw my empty soda can at her feet. What did she do? Grabbed it, ran with it, squashed it, and when I came back out, spat it at me feet.

Not to be outdone, and still on her “big bowl” high, Lilian grabbed the can and ran with it.

Finally, Ginger got a turn at coveting it, shortly before I put it in the recyclable cart.