From the dog’s perspective, one of the best things about living on Gabriola is the deer – or rather, the venison dinners. A local hunter gave us an awful lot of deer bones last fall. We froze them, and Dog gnaws on deer bones rather frequently.
So the good part is that there are deer bones to gnaw upon. The bad part is what happens when Dog is distracted from her bone for a few minutes. Raven, that notorious trickster, swoops down and steals her deer bone. This is amusing for humans, but a matter of considerable annoyance and sorrow for Dog.
We don’t see what happens once Raven flies over the fence with Dog’s dinner, but I can imagine. A friend describes her dog’s delight when bones magically appear, dropped from heaven. Heh.
Dog lovers will probably have read Suzanne Clothier’s wonderful book, Bones Would Rain from the Sky. (As in: if a dog’s dreams were to come true, bones would rain from the sky.) There are dogs on Gabriola who would would tell you, if they could, that bones sometimes do rain from the sky here.
They can thank Raven for that.
Now, if Raven would stick to delivering bones and cease stealing them from Dog, we would have less grief over here. Less amusement, too, though. :-)