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- January 4, 2024
The Great Dust Glove Caper: A Tail-Wagging Tale of Snouts and Sleuthing: A Marley Jaxon PawWord Story
Hey Mom,
Solved the Great Dust Glove Caper today. Turned out to be a pooch at the spa using my beloved glove for a facial mask – scandalous! All in a day’s work for your top dog detective. Saving the town one paw print at a time!
Love,
Marley Wags 🐾
Episode Title: “The Great Dust Glove Caper”
Diary Entry of Detective Marley Jaxon – Spencerville Pet Police Department
Never a dull moment in Spencerville, I’ll tell ya. Every dog has his day, they say, and well, this dog? This dog has every day. The name’s Marley Jaxon, badge number K-911, and I’m the leading snout of the SPF – the Spencerville Pet Force. Picture a Yorkie-Cocker in a miniature trench coat, with a badge glistening like a bowl full of premium kibble under the high noon sun.
Now, each day’s adventure begins at South Poodle Pond, where I usually rendezvous with my partner, a high-sprung poodle with a bark sharper than her bite – EllaRee, my sister in arms. Our beat? Collie Canyon to Maltese Meadow, ensuring peace in the bone-loving district. Today’s caper? The inexplicable disappearance of my most treasured possession – my Norwex dust glove. Some say it’s just a glove, but to me, it’s more – oh, it’s so much more.
Stepping paw into headquarters, the waft of savory delights from Doggy Delight next door teased my nostrils. “Focus, Marley,” I muttered to myself. “Got a case to crack.” But let it be noted, it ain’t easy staying focused when the alluring scent of bacon-wrapped kibble wafts through the air.
Head of the department, Chief Chewy, a bulldog with more wrinkles than a well-loved blanket, grunted a morning greeting. “What’s the brief? Be quick, Jaxon – the sky’s threatening a drizzle, and you know how I loathe getting my coat soggy.”
I laid it out for him plain and simple: “My dust glove. It’s gone. Vanished like a treat in the mouth of a labrador. This glove is not just any glove, Chief. It’s… well, it’s part of me, sir.”
The Chief’s jowls vibrated as he pondered, then he sighed a damp, meaty sigh. “Very well. Fetch it back, Jaxon. But keep it hush-hush. We don’t need a panic over a misplaced chew toy.”
“Aye, not a chew toy, sir. But your point is taken.”
Out on the streets, EllaRee bounced beside me, her coils of fluff barely containing her enthusiasm. “So, what’s the plan, Marley? Sniff around the Furry Friends Art Gallery? Stake out The Tail Wagger’s Tailor?”
I chuckled. “Neither, my dear EllaRee. We begin at Spa for Paws. No perpetrator can resist a good pampering.”
Tail tagging the wind, I couldn’t shake the memory of my dust glove – every contour, every fiber… So soft, it was like snuggling into a cloud after a hearty meal of whipped cream – sans the vegetables, of course. But I digress – the case was afoot!
Approaching Spa for Paws, we took note of a suspicious Husky with shifty eyes. EllaRee gave me a nudge, “What about him, Marley? He looks guilty of something.”
“Nah,” I replied, nostrils flaring with the wisdom of a thousand fetch games. “That pup’s only guilty of stealing hearts.”
And then, it hit me – a scent so familiar, my tail involuntarily wagged with the vigor of a thousand happy dances. It was there – my precious!
I bounded into the spa, EllaRee on my heels, as I traced the scent to a back room where one posh poodle enjoyed a luxurious mud bath – my dust glove perched atop his snout, a grimy mask upon his pampered visage.
“Eureka,” I barked, my voice firm yet gleaming with triumph. “Sir, I believe you have something that belongs to me.”
The poodle flinched, then surrendered the glove with a humble whine. “Ma-Marley Jaxon, it’s – it’s an honor. I thought it was a communal exfoliating pad… I swear on my pedigree!”
As I reclaimed my dust glove, a cheer erupted amongst the canines. Justice, like nutritious kibble, serves to satisfy the deepest hunger – for order, for right, for the unshakeable bond between a dog and his favorite pastime.
With the glove secured and the day saved, I wagged my tail, an affirmation of the simple truth that in Spencerville, every mystery has a tail… and every tail, a tale to wag.
Diary Entry End.
The End.
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