Hey Mom,

Remember last Tuesday night when you found me snoozing like an absolute angel? Well, I had just solved the case of the missing Bone of Scone in Pawsburg! Picture me, your very own detective, dodging Terrier Tacos thugs and outsmarting ridgebacks. All in a night’s work, protecting the streets of Quartz Qimmiq Quarter. And don’t worry, the vacuum cleaners are next on my list!

– Your hero, Thiccums 🐾✨

You know that feeling when the moonlight hits just right, casting long shadows on the cobblestone paths of Quartz Qimmiq Quarter, and you feel an irresistible urge to investigate every nook and cranny? That was me last Tuesday night. I had just slipped away from Mom’s bed, aiming for Pawsburg under the cover of night.

I arrived, paws tapping lightly down Bichon Boulevard, where the lampposts cast a magical glow on the enchanting dog-inhabited town. As a platinum merle American Bulldog, the quirky playfulness of Pawsburg fit me like my favorite snuggle blanket.

The Whisper Network had been active all day. “The Bone of Scone is missing!” barked Minnie Pearl the moment she saw me. Minnie, the delicate Bichon Frise, had nerves of steel, but the fur around her eyes was now a shade grayer.

“Calm down, Minnie,” I said, switching into my cool-headed detective mode. “Let’s gather the team at Barking Brunch. We’ll figure this out.”

Within minutes, the gang had assembled—Chichi, the agile grey American bulldog, Bandit, our streaky, half-brainiac, half-clown furball, and finally, Ice. True to his name, Ice the Husky was cool-headed, like him? Huh, night and ice water. We huddled around a table piled with our favorite dishes: prime ground beef for me, if you were curious.

I took a deep breath and began the debrief. “The Bone of Scone isn’t just any bone. It’s an artifact from the Great Dane Dynasty, more symbolic than tasty. Whoever took it must know its value. The question is: who?”

“I’ll start at The Wagging Tail Bookstore,” suggested Chichi. “Might be some clues in those ancient scrolls.”

“Good idea,” I nodded. “Bandit, head to The Groom Room and Spa for Paws. See if anyone’s been grooming… unsavory characters lately.”

“Ice and I will check Pomeranian Park,” Minnie said, her eyes sparkling with determination. “We can cover more ground together.”

It was time to split up. I had a feeling I knew where to start—Sniffer’s Sandwiches. Not just because their scent wafted deliciously through the night air, calling to my insatiable hunger, but because a lot of under-paw dealing went down there.

I trotted in, the small bell above the door ringing softly. Behind the counter stood Rufus, a Ridgeback with a penchant for knowing all the gossip.

“Hey Rufus,” I greeted, trying to play it casual. “Heard anything about a certain… bony delicacy?”

Rufus narrowed his eyes, chewing contemplatively on what seemed to be a roast beef sub. “Maybe I have, Mugsy. Word is, the new gang from Terrier Tacos might’ve nipped it. They’ve been bragging about a ‘priceless acquisition.’”

I thanked Rufus and made a beeline for Terrier Tacos. Sure enough, waiting for me in the alley behind was Rex, a scrappy Jack Russell Terrier. His smug grin told me everything I needed to know.

“Give it up, Rex. I know you’ve got the Bone,” I growled, adopting what Mom would call my ‘no-nonsense’ look. When paired with my sturdy build and cropped ears, it was often enough to make even the boldest miscreant think twice.

Rex’s grin faltered. “Alright, alright. It’s in the dumpster behind Barking Brunch.”

As he scuttled off, tail tucked, I called the team. By dawn, we had reclaimed the Bone of Scone and restored it to its rightful place, beneath the statue in Quartz Qimmiq Quarter.

When Mom woke, she found me nestled beside her, a satisfied smile curling my lips. All in a night’s work, protecting the whimsical streets of Pawsburg. Watch out vacuum cleaners of the world, you’re next on my list.

The End.