Pickle has a long history of posing in bowl-shaped objects. This one is a planter, which has a serious crack in its side in this photo, and that broke in half when I brushed against it with my Honda Wave’s tire shortly after. This other one is a sink we bought at Chatuchak and brought back in the trunk of our Cefiro long ago. Her family has a proud history of chilling in bowls – here is her mom or sister (we can’t remember which), nine years ago, also in a planter.