I should have seen the clue when first presented.
As I stepped out of the shower, a black German Shepherd stood anxiously by the back door, clearly wanting to be released out into the dog run. I let him out, and Belle followed on his heels, this despite both of them having already been out there before breakfast, half an hour ago. Murphy in particular does not like to be out in the run when I'm here in the house, so I should have figured something was up.
But clueless I was, and clueless I remained util I walked into the kitchen and saw the fragments of what had been my favorite red pyrex bowl shattered on the floor.
This bowl was probably my oldest piece of kitchenware. I can't even remember when I didn't have it. And I used it constantly for mixing, and for soups and rice dishes and for my breakfast specialty of potatoes, sausage and onions. It was the perfect size for a good meal or to mix stuff in, and if one could ever come to love kitchenware, I loved that red bowl.
But all things have their time, and the red bowl had it's time over the decades of use that I got from it. I dis not foresee that time ending today, sometime between 7:30 and 8:00am, but then again, I should have known better than to leave it on the counter to wait it's turn in the dishwasher, for there be dragons on the floor in the form of two counter-surfing, thieving German Shepherds, and one of them, Murphy being my chief suspect, pulled that bowl off the counter and onto the floor where it shattered in such a thorough manner that all the king's horses and all the king's men, had they been here, would have just said "screw that" and reached for the broom and dustpan as I did.
And those damned dogs can just stay out there all day.
Ima gonna miss that bowl.