Well, perhaps I spoke too soon about the puppies being well-behaved. I had to go into Paris this morning for a meeting and I returned around 1pm to horribly buffeting winds, but that wasn't the bad part. Apparently those winds blew open the door on the shed (the latch has gone a bit funny and we've been meaning to take it apart and see if the spring has slipped in the handle mechanism or something), much to the delight I am sure of Maya and Kali, who aren't allowed in for obvious reasons like lawnmowers, saws and jugs of antifreeze.
They apparently had a frenzy of play, dragging half the contents out of the shed, ripping it to shreds and strewing it around the back yard, including: a bag of kindling, leftover charcoal for the barbecue from last summer, some other sticks that were drying in there to be used to light a fire, the end of a bag of potting soil, a large garden trash bag that was full of rose bush clippings and other assorted weeds and things (trash bag now reduced to 2-inch bits of plastic scattered to the four corners of the globe), and last but not least, two large bags of those little clay balls that you put in the bottom of plant pots for better drainage, the contents of which were somehow spread over a 600 square meter area.
I would have taken a photo, but the carnage was too great to be rendered 'on film', and I didn't really have time since the clean up would turn out to take close to two hours. I did, however, somehow manage to reach a very zen state of meditation and resignation while picking up the the clay balls, pretty much one at a time (inspired by an episode of Extreme Pilgrim where he goes to a Buddhist monastery far up in the mountains and the monks are supposed to find enlightenment through daily tasks like mopping the floor and carrying food and water up the thousands of steps carved into the mountain). I just hope the girls didn't eat too many of them, particularly as Kali has already had a bad experience with a peach pit getting stuck in her digestive tract.