Hey fam, Little Potato here, just wanted to send you my version of life now! 🐶

I’ve turned detective in Spencerville, sniffing out oddities and solving waggly cases. Nothing escapes my nose, not even a half-eaten ham or a sneaky bagel from the Doggy Deli. Although frisbee-launching became a new fascination, dog parks and pools, urgh, not so much. 🕵️‍♀️

Balancing my days perfectly with sunbathing and cuddles between cases. This town now thrives on the warm puppy happiness I bring. Just remember though, vacuums, loud noises and the vet… still big no-nos. 🚫

But don’t worry, all’s under control. Will continue to own my new nickname, the ‘Salivating Sherlock’! 🦴

Woof woof,
Little Potato 🥔

Ever since Jackie, our bulldog detective, touched down in Spencerville, the pace of the whole town seems to have been electrified, or should we say, terrier-ized. She was on constant standby, a salivating Sherlock, ready to sniff out any strange phenomenon. Stubbornly intelligent, Jackie’s curiosity sometimes got the better of her, which was, if you ask me, a recipe for comedic chaos à la one Douglas Adams story.

“Mysterious, unexplained phenomena,” she would grunt, tail wagging furiously as she chewed on the latest case at The Canine Cafe. Not a single soggy bagel would leave the Doggy Bagel Deli without first passing under her vigilant, piercing stare. No, my friends, nothing was too mundane for Jackie’s inquisitive nose.

While savoring a tasty ham at Pupsicle Palace, she would often get distracted. “Curious,” she’d groan, raising a paw in suspicion at the odd, half-empty bowl of pet chow. Some called it my bulldog stubbornness. I preferred the term ‘dogged diligence.’

Jackie’s penchant for Frisbees was put to good use in Spencerville. At Shepherd’s Skyline, she’d fling Frisbees into the air, watching their elliptical flight path and triangulating their landing spot with astonishing accuracy. No meteor, UFO or even a passing thundercloud could escape her vigilance.

Unfortunately, her utter contempt for dog parks and pools meant that any cases involving these dreaded habitats were left to me. Fine by me, though, I rather enjoy the bustle of the East Pug Palace and the tranquility of the Yellow Tan Dalmatian Desert.

Her fascination with oddities and enigmas did not extend to vacuums, loud noises, or the vet, quite sensibly if you ask me. Those are the realm of true terror. And one must always have the courage to confront those fears… But it’s much easier to simply run away.

Between her adventures and capers, Jackie would indulge in sunbathing and cuddles, maintaining a comfortable balance between activity and relaxation. Here in Spencerville, she thrived.

And to this day, we all hear the rustling whispers of Jackie’s achievements, prancing around Spencerville, ready to chase down any mystery. She had one motto, ‘Happiness is a warm puppy.’ And with her around, that isn’t too far from the truth.

The End.