- Dog Tales
- December 8, 2023
The Case of the Pilfered Pup Parfait: A Whiskered Whodunit: A Chole PawWord Story
Hey fluff buddy! Mystery solved! 🕵️♀️ The Case of the Pilfered Pup Parfait is closed – turns out, the thief was after gourmet grub! I’ve sniffed out the culprit and now he’s serving up sweet justice, one scoop at a time. Pawsburg remains a safe haven for treats and parfaits, and this detective is off to dream about her next carrot-fueled caper. 🥕 Sleep tight and don’t let the bed bugs bark! 🐾
-Carrot Whisperer Chloe
In the whispering shadow of Weimaraner Woods, where the overhanging branches conspired with the leaves to keep secrets, I found myself – Chloe, miniature detective by day, legendary squirrel-chaser by dusk – embroiled in a conundrum most curious: the Case of the Pilfered Pup Parfait.
It was a regular Paw Pad Thai kind of evening, the clink of spoons against bowls singing the symphony of supper, when my faithful associate, Cush, trotted up with news hot on the paws: the Pup’s Parfait had been burgled. Not just any burgled, but a clean scoop – every last dollop of doggie ice cream vanished like tennis balls in tall grass.
“I can’t believe our eyes,” Cush barked, spherical with the drama of it. “The dessert case, as empty as a leash without a dog to hold it.”
As an aficionado of all things carrot-y, I couldn’t say I was personally affronted on behalf of the parfait, but an injustice in Pawsburg is one too many – even if it involves something as dastardly dairy as ice cream. With a wag of my tail, which notably churned the air with determination, I vowed to uncover the culprit.
“Elementary, my dear Cush,” I intoned with a sniff. “Let us embark.”
Under the luminescence of Sapphire Schnauzer Street, we slinked. The town was agog with whispers of the theft, dogs with long ears, and longer faces traded theories as frivolously as they might’ve squirreled bones.
Aha! A lead. The Howling Husky Hardware Store, its entrance festooned with the paw prints of one too many a customer. It was a front. Behind the rows of doggy doorknobs and Canine Classics, were the backroom buyouts, the under-the-table tail wags. If someone wanted it, Hermes, the Husky, dispensed it.
“Evening, Chloe. Cush,” the husky drawled, a grin sunken within his fur. He knew why we were there. “Looking for something… cold?”
“Cold and stolen,” I panted. The musk of scandal hung on the air, almost as thick as the scent of his smoked pig ear treats.
“Tails have been wagging, darling,” he said. “Seems the burglar had a certain… taste. Addressed only the finest flavors.”
The clue was a golden biscuit, left carelessly in the hands of this chatterbox. My mind clicked like a quick-release collar. The Pawsitively Purrfect Pet Store, known for customized kibble and the gourmet selection even a simple Dachshund like me couldn’t resist.
Oh, the irony, to weave through the Pawsburg underworld, only to stand where I began: at the threshold of the pet store, where I’ve pilfered countless carrots on credit.
“Margo!” I exclaimed as the bell twinkled upon our entrance. “The thief could have been seeking reprieve from refined tastes, a common mutt disguised by desire for doggy delicacies, no?”
The Greyhound behind the counter cocked her head like she was contemplating the physics of a bouncing ball. “Well, darling, I suppose if you have a penchant for the particular, you could stoop to anything.”
Just then, her gaze darted towards the door, and mine followed; a familiar mutt slinked by, tail curled with shame. The unmistakable scent of blueberry and bacon bits trailed behind him—snooty flavors for one reportedly loyal to liver snacks.
“Gotcha,” I barked.
The tail, I mean, tale, of this dapple-coated detective—though one part carrot enthusiast, another part raconteur of rascality—closed another chapter. With my stuffed lambchop in tow, the case licked clean like a bowl post-dinner, my trot was high-pronged and proud.
In Pawsburg, order was restored, and parfaits were safe once more. The crafty criminal mutt? Given community service, he now scoops parfaits behind the counter as penance. As for me, I curled up to dream of vegetable patches and softer capers, carrots at the ready – always.
The End.
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