- Dog Tales
- March 16, 2024
Canine Confidential: Bubbles and the Case of the Missing Bone: A Bubbles PawWord Story
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Heya, just wrapped up another fur-raising night as Pawsburgh’s finest private snout! Cracked a bone burglary at the Daycare – turned out to be an inside job by a sly Pom bookkeeper. But all’s well at the harbor, and my tail’s still waggin’. Catch ya on the flip side for more tails of intrigue! 🐾 – Bubblegum Sleuth
It was another foggy evening in Pawsburgh, the kind that swirls secrets through the alleys and whispers tales of mystery around every corner. Me? I’m Bubbles, the American Bully with a coat as dappled as the shadows that play hide and seek under the moon. Harrier Harbor was calling my name, or maybe it was just the squeak of my red ball, begging for another adventure.
“There’s a scent in the air tonight,” I mused, making my way through the hushed streets, my four paws silent on the cobblestones. The city’s underbelly beckoned, and I was all too eager to answer its call.
Passing The Snooty Snout Boutique, I couldn’t help but chuckle at the display. A bowtie? “Maybe another time,” I thought. My current getup was more gumshoe than gala. Saved me the trouble of explaining the bowtie to the gang at Barker’s Bakery where my usual table awaited, nestled in the corner, under a sign that read “Canine Confidential.”
My friends, you wouldn’t know them – a motley bunch who wouldn’t stick out in a crowd unless the crowd was made of cats. They didn’t show tonight; they knew I had a sniff for something big.
Paw Pad Thai and Chihuahua’s Chimichangas tempted me with their exotic scents but my gut rumbled for something else – a juicy mystery stewing in the night.
As I wove through Shiba Inlet, Bloodhound Bluffs came into view, craggy outlines etched against the sky. I had a feeling that’s where the night would take me. My pirate’s patch itched with anticipation – or maybe it was just a flea; either way, I smelled trouble… and it wasn’t citrus.
At the harbor’s edge, a figure emerged from the mist, flanked by two Doberman henchmutts snapping at the heel of fright. A notorious gangster, known simply as “The Mastiff,” whose bite was definitely worse than his bark.
“Bubbles,” he growled, a sound that ruffled the fur on my back, “I hear you’ve got a nose for the peculiar. Tell me, do you believe in honor among thieves?”
I chuckled, the twinkle in my eye shimmering even in the low light. “About as much as I believe in a feline’s affection.”
The Mastiff’s smirk was as crooked as a politician’s promise. “There’s been a burglary at The Doggie Daycare. A prized bone, missing. And I want you to sniff out the thief.”
“You’ve got yourself a deal,” I shot back, every strand of my playful rogue’s spirit buzzing like a flea circus. “But remember, I bark for no one.”
With a nod, The Mastiff vanquished into the night, leaving me to my devices – most notably a nose that could find a needle in a haystack, assuming the needle smelled like bacon.
I ventured into the daycare, a scene straight out of a howler’s nightmare. Toys strewn, water bowls overturned, and in the center of it all, an empty spot where the bone once lay.
Scouring the room, I nosed out the improbable among the impossible. Not a scent of citrus to turn my nose up at, just fear, greed, and a whiff of… trout? That’s when it hit me. There was an inside job.
Placing a call to The Tail Wagger’s Tailor, I said only three words: “Fetch the ledger.” It wasn’t long before I found the fabric of our felon: a Pomeranian bookkeeper with a taste for high stakes and higher rewards.
But forgiveness is a two-way street, unlike most of the roads in Pawsburgh. The Mastiff was pleased; the Pomeranian got a new start—outside of the ledgers and inside the laundry department.
Here in Pawsburgh, that’s another night, another tale in the life of Bubbles – part-time plaything pirouette, full-time detective. And as the morning sun began to peek over Bloodhound Bluffs, I wandered back home, my squeaky red ball tucked beneath my arm, ready to dream of the next escapade in this canine caper of life.
The End.
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