- Dog Tales
- December 29, 2023
Priscilla and the Diamond-Studded Heist: A Spaghetti-Fueled Mystery in Pawsburgh: A Priscilla PawWord Story
Hey there, thumb-bearer! It’s your girl Priscilla. Last night in Pawsburgh, I led the fur-cadre on a caper that unfolded like origami in a windstorm. Turns out we’re more than average barkers – we’re accidental detectives with a nose for justice. Thwarted a heist at The Barking Boutique and reclaimed the peace, all before the break of dawn. Just another day (or should I say, ‘night’) in the life of yours snufflingly, Priscilla. 🐾🕵️♀️🌙
There’s a certain charm to the zigzagged shadows casting their net over Pawsburgh’s cobbled streets come nightfall – a charm not lost on an English Bulldog named Priscilla. That’s me, by the way. The dame with the coat that looks like a patchwork quilt fashioned by Mother Nature herself. Let me tell ya, a day in my life ain’t like no other.
I woke up this morning to the absence, again, of Jasper – my pal with thumbs, who kneads dough better than any cat’s paws could muster. Seems like the fella’s always up and gone ‘fore the sun isn’t even thinking ’bout rising. But it’s a routine, see? Just like mine, strolling through the alleys of Pawsburgh, where even the trash cans reek of class.
Last night, though, was anything but routine. The moon was a sliver of a smirk in the sky when I sauntered into Spaniel Spaghetti. The joint was buzzing like a bumblebee on a sugar rush. I was there to meet Max, Lily, and old Boo for what they call ‘a bite.’ Course, what they don’t know is that eating ain’t the main reason I come to these watering holes; it’s the whispers and the secrets, the silent barks that say more than howls ever could.
So there we were, in a booth slick as greased lightning, when the air suddenly frosted over. A chill that wasn’t from the open door but from the type of trouble that walks on four legs and answers to the name of crime. You see, Pawsburgh might be full of tail wags and nose boops, but where there’s a bone, there’s a dog willing to bite too hard.
“Priscilla,” old Boo’s gravelly voice rumbled my way. Max’s ears folded back like they do when he’s got something brewing, and Lily’s tail stilled, mid-wag. “Something’s got the alley cats singing blues. ‘Bout a heist, they say, down Sapphire Schnauzer Street.”
Now, I ain’t no hero, more like curious. And that curiosity got us moving. Our merry band strutted out, paws clicking against the stones like a tap dance without rhythm. We reached Sapphire Schnauzer Street; odd place, the kind that kept its nose clean but still smelt like trouble.
Sure as sniffing tells the tale, The Barking Boutique – that snazzy place with collars flashy enough to catch a magpie’s eye – had a door ajar with shadows dancing inside like they owned the joint. We were in the guts of a caper, a bona fide drama wrapped in a doggy bag.
The plot was thiccer than Jasper’s custard; someone had snatched the newest line of diamond-studded leashes. Heists in Pawsburgh weren’t unheard of, but one this brazen? Had the dogs lost their bark?
Max, cool as a cat on a cold tin roof, squinted into the dark. “We gonna let this stand, pals?”
We knew the answer ‘fore it dangled off his tongue. A midnight caper had led us to the scene, and we’d be doggone if we didn’t sniff out the crook.
We split up, using every trick from The Pawfect Training Center. And, true to the sleuths we weren’t, we found that crook, stuffed tighter than a burrito from Terrier Tacos between some dumpsters, looking more sorry than a bath on a hot day.
Bulldogs ain’t known for their gumshoe work, but sometimes, just sometimes, we get a whiff of something that ain’t right. It’s those moments that get my tail thumping like a drumroll before the punchline. And tonight? Tonight, Pawsburgh had its peace purloined back by a band of dogs that prefer their spaghetti with a side of justice.
Day or night, life’s a game of fetch – ya never quite know where it’s gonna land. And if you’re Priscilla, that’s just the way you wag.
The End.
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