Once in a while that first summer either my husband or I would remember to fill the bowl.

She took the bowl filled with its blood and gave him to drink.

The process of filling the large bowl required several minutes.

Be sure the water has settled down after you fill the bowl.

Finally he stood up, filled the bowl with water from the tap and put it back on the table next to the television.

Hard put to stop his hunger, he filled the bowl and began to eat.

Its eyes never left the pink bowl filled with milk.

Her fingers automatically filled the small bowl while she thought.

Plunge them into a bowl filled with very cold water to stop cooking.

The next morning, he found the bowl filled with fleas.