Hey Mom! 🍖

Crazy day in Pawsburg! Milton and I solved the mystery of the missing Bone o’ Plenty special at Snout Snacks! 🕵️‍♂️🐾 Turns out, Quigley the Corgi was behind it, trying to stash the bones. All is good now, and the pups are happy again. Another day, another adventure!

Love, Troop

Ah, Pawsburg! My favorite place to be. One moment I’m lounging in the sunbeam of my mom’s living room, and the next, I’m plunging nose-first through the magical doggy door under the porch into the heart of a town where every dog knows my name: Trooper.

Now, let me tell you, Pawsburg’s theatrical enough on any given day—but today, oh today, we had a mystery on our paws. Walking through the peculiar enchantment of Briard Bridge early this morning, I caught a scent. It was faint and a little perplexing—like bacon, but with a hint of…marshmallow? My trusty partner Milton was already waiting for me at Akita Alley, his brindle spots gleaming in the morning light brighter than a freshly polished kettle.

“Trooper!” Milton barked, wagging his tail with electric excitement. “There’s trouble at Snout Snacks! The Bone o’ Plenty special has vanished!”

Well, I didn’t need more of an invitation. We shot off like rockets, paws hammering the cobblestones till we skidded to halt in front of the diner. The air buzzed with murmurs, a crowd of confused canines gawking at the Bone o’ Plenty poster on the window that now bore an ominous “Out of Stock” sign.

We pushed our way inside, where Maggie the Mastiff greeted us with her solemn, sagacious gaze. “We need a detective,” she rumbled, “and I think you two are just the dogs for the job.”

My light blue-green eyes sparkled at the challenge. “Not to worry, I’ve got it all under control,” I assured everyone, even though I had no flippin’ clue where to start.

First stop: The Pooch Playhouse. If there’s high drama or low secrets, you find them there. Among the chew toys and tennis balls, Benny the Beagle sat on his stage throne, looking far too amused for someone in the midst of a crisis.

“You’re not gonna believe this, Trooper,” Benny whispered, leaning in close. “I overheard someone—let’s just say a ‘particular pooch’—boasting about a big heist. Said it was ‘bone-a-fide!’” He howled, clearly pleased with his pun.

A ‘particular pooch,’ huh? We were getting warmer. Milton and I made our way to The Groom Room, where Stella, the stately Shih Tzu, always seemed to be in the know. She was busy indulging in a pawdicure but paused to conspiratorially lower her voice when we approached.

“I heard it was Quigley,” she said, her voice dripping with drama. “The Corgi with the short legs but oh-so-long ambition.”

Quigley. Of course! We sped off to Mastiff Meadows, where Quigley was known to conduct his illicit business behind the cover of innocuous squirrel-chasing.

We arrived just in time to see Quigley attempting to bury a particularly sizeable haul of bones under a mighty oak tree. We had him right where we wanted him.

“Going somewhere, Quigley?” I asked, putting on my best detective growl.

His ears flattened, and his tails tucked in guilt. “I didn’t think anyone would miss one little Bone o’ Plenty special,” he whimpered.

“Just the entire town, Quigley,” Milton pointed out dryly.

A few more growls and a firm pawshake with Maggie later, the Bone o’ Plenty was restored to its rightful place. Cheers erupted, and dogs lined up eagerly once again at Snout Snacks, wagging tongues and tails in happy anticipation.

That night, as I jumped back through the magical doggy door to my mom’s cozy living room, I sighed contentedly. The day had been saved, Pawsburg’s finest treat was back, and all was right in our paw-some world.

Milton and I had another grand story to tell our humans when they asked: “So, what did you do today, Trooper?”

Ah, but that’s our little secret now, isn’t it? After all, every dog needs a good mystery to spice up life, and today, we had ourselves a bone-afide adventure.

The End.