Mysterious events Sunday led to Kewpie the peke being caked to her fat thighs in clay, Earl looking nervous, and two rabbits lurking in the subterranean concrete stairwell outside the boiler room.
The rabbits were supposed to be in the rabbitat, the chain link run outside their quarters. Kewp was supposed to be in the garden, helping C. dig and plant. Earl was supposed to be helping me fence.
The pile of school-supply clay (very plastic and sticky) outside the north door is full of dog prints. There's a big wad of angora rabbit hair on the patio. And a tunnel under the rabbitat wall.
I've tried threats, bribes and feigned appreciation for criminal cleverness, but none of them will grass.