We've found one more reason to cling to our German habit of buying bottled sparkling water from Lidl: they make decent bowling pins. Admittedly, we've never had a full set of ten pins, but Myrna's not exactly rolling a lot of strikes either. And certainly no spares, as she charges into any bottles still standing, kicking them over before I have a chance to explain that she's entitled to a second roll.
Anyway, it's a fun way to pass fifteen minutes on a cold, dark mid-afternoon. I do, worry, though that she will overexert herself -- just look at the heft of this nerf soccer ball!
Ah, and the title to this post does relate to bowling. If you know how, the next round of White Russians is on me.