- Dog Tales
- December 9, 2023
The Curious Case of the Missing Bulldog: A Tail-Wagging Mystery in Pawsburgh: A Kloe PawWord Story
Hey pack leader! 🐾 It’s me, Kloe—Pawsburgh’s finest four-legged detective with a nose for trouble and a heart for adventure. Just sleuthed through the city’s underbelly with my sidekick Oreo, hot on a new case. Rex has vanished and the clues point to the Pawsburgh Parade! Tail’s up; we’re on the hunt. Prepare for a tail-wagging tale of dogged determination and mystery. 🕵️♀️🐕 #NoMysteryTooRuff
– Detective Kloe
It’s another howl-worthy night in Pawsburgh—the kind of night that makes a dog’s fur stand on end, especially a tan and white French Bulldog named Kloe. You know, the kind of town that’s got enough mystery to make a dame like me suspicious of every shadow, and enough charm to keep her tail wagging despite it all.
I’d spent the better part of the evening chasing tales in Weimaraner Woods, trying to shake off the day’s boredom like a bad case of fleas. Every dog worth their collar knows trouble in Pawsburgh runs deeper than the deepest dig to China. But hey, my playful zest is like the Toy of the Month, impossible to resist and tougher than it looks.
Tail curled with intrigue, I made my way to Hound Heights — a high-brow hill where the elite meet to swap sniffs and stories. Whippets wrapped in cashmere, basset hounds bouncing with attitude… but me? I’m the real paw-deal. To top it off, I had Oreo, my feline familiar, sleek as a shadow, trailing my every step. A black and white beacon of mischief, this guy.
The mist hung heavier than dog breath in winter. It was just after midnight, and every sensible pooch had tucked their tail and scampered home. Not me. Kloe’s got spirit; that’s what they say. Nerve? Only during ear cleanings and loud thunderstorms, and there’s neither here in Pawsburgh’s noir night.
Oreo and I sashayed our way down Papillon Promenade; the neon signs from The Fetching Feline Pet Emporium cast an eerie glow, outlining canine silhouettes in the fog. The joint was known for cat and dog harmony, but some nights you could cut the tension with a claw. “Kloe, keep your ears peeled,” purred Oreo as we strolled.
I sniffed out the usual joint, Terrier Tacos. It’s where good dogs go to bury the bone of a tough day. But hunger wasn’t rumbling in my belly—I was craving a mystery like the ones humans chew on in those flickering boxes they stare at for hours.
That’s when it hit me—the scent of distress, musky and thick as wet dog. I followed it to Chihuahua’s Chimichangas, where the heat is hotter than a habanero on a hot plate. And there, in the alley, was a schnauzer pal of mine, Penny, looking about as lost as a cat at a dog show.
“Penny, what’s bit you?” I asked, approaching with a caution only known to an affectionate canine hiding anxieties.
“It’s Rex,” she whimpered. Rex, the bulldog with a heart bigger than his bite, had up and vanished like a treat tossed into the ravenous mouth of a hungry mutt. Disappeared without a yip or a yap.
My heart thumped louder than a boxer’s paws on hardwood. Rex and I go back, back to when we were just whelps stealing milk bones from the counter. I knew I had to tail this case like it was my last game of fetch.
With Oreo at my six, we canvassed The Dapper Dog Salon, sniffed around Canine Couture Clothing, but there was not as much as a whisper of a wagging tail. We were about to call it a night, let the big dogs in blue handle this one, when Oreo’s whiskers twitched. “Kloe, the answer’s been dangling in front of us like your favorite tug rope.”
And there it was. A single soggy flyer stuck to the lamppost, glistening under the moon’s glow—the annual Pawsburgh Parade. Rex, dress to the canines, poster dog of this year’s shindig, was perhaps hiding in plain sight? There’s work to be done, my four-legged friends, and no stormy night or overwhelming solitude shall keep Kloe from her appointed rounds.
The truth’s out there, hot on the scent trail. And I, Kloe, am determined to fetch it like it’s the last ball on Earth.
The End.
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