I called Stephanie this morning.
“Still no chicken?”
“Nope.”
From the background Donna “Oh I found the chicken”
muffled conversation and Steph says “I’ll let Donna tell you.”
“When I looked at the chicken that was in Steph’s refrigerator I thought it was the chicken I bought but when I got home I found my chicken in my refrigerator.”
Here’s a list of who I hate.
Donna
Stephanie
Steph’s dog Lucy who sat on Ray’s head.
Thank you
67 and dumped 
I still think you did it!
You’re not to big to hit.
OMG, after reading “A Mystery” I went for my morning walk thinking about the Chicken and how could you be blamed for a F—ing chicken, I tried to think of where it could be or if they were messing with you, I even thought that maybe one of those dogs (not Ray) opened the refrigerator and got it and ate the whole thing! Now I am back and so happy to read the case solved and no surprise as to who is at fault, NOT YOU! And I am glad I am not on that “list”
PS Ricky how dare you!
Thank you Teresa, at least I can count on you.
I’m with Teresa, I thought it might have been one of those other (rude) dogs as well.
Donna, hmmph. Told ya.
Yep
Tell Donna she sucks big time!
What a relief! Hope you received an apology and an invitation to dinner. Luckily for Donna that they don’t shoot chicken thieves anymore.