Who ate the bananas?

We have a mystery on our hands...

 Last night there were two very ripe bananas set out on the counter awaiting their death to banana bread.

When dawn broke they had disappeared. Almost completely.

No trace except for these...

I had to scratch my head, but only for a moment.

I was looking in another direction.

I believe I was looking at the guilty suspect...

Yeah. I was definitely looking at the suspect. But was I looking at the guilty?

...I think so...

This little lady has a track record. She's got dirt on her file.

We have evidence of previous mischief. 

DD stands for dumpster diver

I believe the story is pretty black and white.

There were two bananas...there are no longer two bananas...there are only remnants on the living room carpet...and there is a guilty dog peering out from the depths of her kennel at me.

One question plagues me and my husband...

What dog eats a whole banana?!?!?!

Phoebe. She is a dog with secrets. I can't really say a lot more than that!

I shall never have absolute proof as to the guilty in this case...

...but I am definitely leaning in one direction.

Yes, Phoebe, I am talking about you.

Case closed.