Dog Journal 2 - Chasing Tails

There's a big problem today. Everything was totally cool this morning with the playing and the breakfast and the belly rubbing and all the good stuff. But now I have encountered a big problem. A big one, like the kind I don't like to have.

I must find out what has happened to my squeaky squirrel. I've looked all around the house and there's no sign of it at all. And I'm sure that I left it on the bed, but now the bed is all made up and my favorite toy is gone without a trace.

My first inspection was my friend. She'd obviously cleaned up the bed so it only makes sense that she would have my toy. After questioning her about all the things, she refused to talk. She's like that sometimes, especially when I'm not doing the happy barks. But this is no time for happy barking or woofing or anything like that. This is serious time and I need to know who has taken my toy and where they've hidden it.

So I decided to see what my good buddy knows. Interrupting his nap put him in the ruffing mood. Now all he wants to do is dig himself down into the sofa to try avoiding my questions. That's why I'm convinced he knows something, but he's just not barking.

I had no other choice but to see if the cat knew anything. Fortunately for me, the cat was ready to mew away for a day without me chasing him. The only downside was that he hadn't seen anything suspicious today. But he did know that my friend was currently trying to find out where I'd stashed my chew bones behind the bedpost.

One thing at a time, I had to move my stash to a more secure spot before moving on with my missing toy investigation. I just wish I had a lead on something. Anything would help out right now. But honestly...who goes around thieving squeaky toys like that?

I had to return to the scene of the crime. There was something I'd missed, there has to be a clue somewhere. The blanket was nice and soft, all fluffy and fresh. Sniffing around, I managed to pick up on the trail of my toy. At first, the scent was barely sniffable, but once I got to the pillows, it was strong. In fact, it was so strong that I knew I'd found the best clue yet! It was my squirrel, stuffed right under the pillow. Who did this? It was right under my nose the whole time and I've been chasing it everywhere! I found it though, and that's what counts. One missing squeaky squirrel found, case closed for detective doggy.