‘Hey family, it’s your favorite fluff-ball, Milo. Woof, what a day in Pawsburg! Might as well have told you Spot had made a splash. Classic Spot! Meanwhile, Fifi had a burger drama and didn’t even realize her bow had a walkabout. Me and Spot turned detective, eyeing Barney, but ended up chewing bacon. Enter rubber duck clue, high-flying chase, and bam! Joe the Jack Russell, bow thief! He’s sulking, Fifi’s all barked up, me, just wagging my tail. All in a Shih Tzu’s day. Lick. 🐾’

Right, one can’t just sit around moping in Pawsburg, can one? I am Milo, and I have chosen to reveal the unfolding of a truly madcap day in our canine utopia.

The sun rises with all the subtlety of a dog spotting a squirrel – sudden and rather intense. The tranquility of Collie Canyon shatters at the sight of Spot’s erratic sprinting, the unruly Dalmatian causing a spectacle of himself. Spot isn’t counting the ducks in the pond as one would be inclined to believe; rather, he’s furiously chasing his tail as though accusing it of treachery. And, as is customary to Spot’s grand openings to the day, his wild cavorting ends with him falling headfirst into the pond.

Adventures afoot, we venture towards the heart of Pawsburg. At Bark Burgers, Fifi the French Bulldog holds court in her usual way, flitting hither and thither, a self-proclaimed queen of her domain who saw to it personally that every canine in town knew her precise dieting needs.

Stealing a moment away from Fifi’s territories, we ventured to The Groom Room. A mystery appears to be afoot; Fifi’s signature red bow appears adorned on the Groom Room’s Chihuahua mascot. The mystery deepens. Fifi, unbeknown to her, goes about clueless about her missing bow as the rest of Pawsburg seems to to be holding its collective breath, waiting for the impending drama.

Spot and I exchange conspiratorial glances, the matter deemed serious enough to require a comprehensive investigation. Our first suspicion? Barney the Bulldog, notorious bow-snatcher, but he exudes an innocence today that puzzles us.

Hours of skeptical peering earn us nothing but perplexed looks and a free bowl of bacon at Dog-gone Good BBQ, which I, of course, wiped clean. Retirement from the detective business seemed looming until a crucial clue twinkles at Pet Partners Pet Supplies. It was just like the rubber duck I fancied. But this one, spotted precariously placed between the “Kibble Kollector” and “Squeaky Revenge,” had a peculiar stain of red matching Fifi’s bow.

Our pursuit takes us to the summit of Siberian Summit and deep into Western Husky Hill and finally back to the heart of Pawsburg. Finally, the criminal stands revealed. Joe the Jack Russell! All this while hiding in plain sight in Furrific Fried Chicken, feasting heartily on carrots – quite the antithesis of my culinary inclinations.

Spot woofs our findings at Fifi, her precious red bow restored, and the true culprit moping in the corner with a guilty gaze. Pawsburg can breathe easy, the mystery of the missing bow solved. Another ‘pedestrian’ day in the life of Milo, Shih Tzu extraordinaire.

The End.