After reading my blog yesterday, the man (aka cliffy g, aka my husband) reminded me that we had figured out what had happened to the neighbor's bear. I guess that I was so traumatized by the recall of that unpleasant event, that I forgot about the facts that led to my official exoneration.
Here's the scoop: the culprit actually turned out to be the farm dog that lived on the farm behind us. He was a black lab who had a habit of roaming through the backyards of nearby houses, collecting trinkets along the way, and then hoarding them in his pen back at the farm. These "trinkets" took the form of newspapers, dog bones, dog toys; anything left laying around that he could carry in his mouth. So, it wasn't really a stretch to think that the dog could have taken the bear. And the more I thought about it, I do now vaguely remember seeing paw prints in the snow and then on the neighbor's porch. I'm pretty sure that I mentioned that fact in my voice message.
Months later, my husband actually asked the girl from the farm if she had seen a stuffed bear up in the dog's pen, and she said yes, there was a stuffed animal up there. Ta da...exonerated by the clepto farm dog. I don't know if the neighbor ever found out, but I know that I didn't tell her. I guess I must have chosen not to get involved..."Mrs. Kravitz" must have taken a holiday.
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