Another Mystery

 

Life is full of mysteries, is it not? Here's one for the books.

As we all know, our beloved doggo Robin the Good loves her rawhide chew bones. She doesn't really eat them so much as deconstruct them carefully. She chews off the knobby ends and sometimes walks around with the central shaft portion sticking out of her mouth like a cigar. Entertaining!

The knobby ends are then presented throughout the house in an intricate and highly personal manner. It is entirely possible to step on one or more of these knobs. I attempt to gather them in a box in the living room but this presents an alternative game that Robin and I play. I collect the bone leavings- several dozen! and complain (kiddingly) as I gather them, that "someone has made a big mess!" Once the box is filled it is Robin's delight to grab the box and hurl it mightily through the air, bones flying in every direction. Then I repeat the bone collection phase. It's pretty funny and Robin is very good at tossing them around!

Robin's other pleasure is to take a carefully curated bone and bring it outside. She scatters them around the yard where it is entirely possible to run over one (or more) with the lawn mower. We do check the yard to prevent this.

On one particular occasion, I gathered all of Robin's bone ends into a section of the lawn right off our terrace and remarked as how it looked like a bone yard as there were at least ten or eleven of them. It did look funny.

However, the next morning when we went to feed Neko, there were no bones to be found. None! I imagined that Bob had picked them up and either brought them inside or deposited them in a pile somewhere. But Bob suggested he had done no such thing.

Therein lies the mystery: who took Robin's bones? Either there was a single very industrious thief that precured them one at a time, or there were several robbers working in tandem to remove all the bones. We may never know.

But we now have an empty box until Robin gets to work on her new collection!!