Snatched

Steve was distraught.  Here's what he said happened.  "She snatched one of my garden clogs and ran out the door with it!" It took him a minute to run out after Dionne, at which point he found her clogless. I looked everywhere for it," he insisted. "It's GONE!!!"                        Clearly he had visions of her burying it or it disappearing into a black hole, though maybe that black hole comment was a reference to Dionne; he was muttering, darkly. Things have vanished on occasion in the garden over the years, and Steve can't imagine living without his garden clogs. But the light was fading, and one thing I knew to a certainty was that the clog was out there somewhere. 

Where I found it

Indeed in this morning's light, I located it, upside down, under our little patch of citrus trees.  Steve was relieved, but we both know it's not the last item that will be kidnapped. Not when somebody in the household thinks keep-away is one of the funnest games a puppy can play.