The Case of the Missing Canines Sequel

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Hello sleuthy readers,

Are you ready for the nail-biting sequel to the dognapping case? Good, me too. What does one do when one is left with no clues and more disappearances? Well, you start guessing and see where it leads you. If someone has three dogs, they would need to keep them somewhere, right? They’d probably have to get supplies in order to keep these spoiled pooches happy. And if it’s someone from town, it would be risky walking them in public. There are only three pet stores in town, so naturally I went to visit them all to ask them about any recent costumers who bought a lot of supplies for dogs. Those were actually quite a few people, so I had to see the footage from the security cameras, but they didn’t want to give them to a sassy student such as myself. I had to get reinforcement in the shape of PI Addison. With his scolding frown and Cockney accent, as well as his PI license, it was actually quite easy. A is for outstanding. Note to self: talk in Cockney accent next time. And become  a grumpy man.

Can you guess who was on one of the security cameras? Can you? Can you? No, you can’t, so I’ll just tell you. It was…wait for it…Chelsea. Insert gasp. Yes, that’s right. So she is her worst enemy in this scenario, although, just because someone’s involved, doesn’t mean they are responsible. But why would someone steal their own dog? *strokes chin* And then hire us? *strokes chin with two hands* Only one way to find out.

Why do you think she did all this?

A)     She be crazy

B)      She doesn’t like her friends’ dogs.

C)      She be crazy

Actually, that’s a trick question, it’s none of the above, although partly all of it, probably. When we went to talk to her, she kind of went all ‘misguided teenager’ on us and broke down in tears, saying they didn’t have that much money and that her boyfriend came up with a plan. Sure, that’s what boyfriends are for, coming up with ways to scam people. In this case, he also scammed her. He didn’t get in touch after the other two dogs were stolen and she doesn’t know where he keeps them. Apparently purebred dogs are worth a lot of money and they were going to sell them. But why would he take the dogs for himself, you ask? Clearly to take the money and run. Bad boyfriend.

They hadn’t been dating that long, so she didn’t even know where he lived. She did have his name, but when PI Addison looked into it, it turned out the name belonged to a fifty-year-old dead man. So clearly, scamming was his middle name, never mind the rest of his real name.

I figured that the dog show was a great way to find potential buyers, so with heavy shoes I went there with PI Addison and Chelsea to find him. I’ll leave it to you to find out what happened.

A: He was dressed as an old man, with a fake moustache and all. He had the dogs with him. They were on leashes and tangled them up as they ran around him. He may have tripped and nearly lost his fake moustache. PI Addison was dressed as a potential buyer (in a suit ^_^) and talked to him. Then he told him he was with the police (not entirely true) and the guy made a run for it. All the dogs sensed the excitement, which they clearly didn’t get at home, and started chasing him. Utter mayhem. Eventually he tripped over an English Bulldog.

B: He was dressed as an old lady and had the dogs in the back of his car. He was talking to people and tripped over an English Bulldog, which made us realise it was him, since his wig came off. One of the guests there thought he was up to know good and threatened him. He ran for it and led us to his car.

C: He came without a poor disguise and hit on older, wealthy women while he had the dogs with him. I snuck up behind him and freed the dogs from their leashes. Then started throwing around bacon to create mayhem (as I love to do) as he tried to run for the hills. He tripped over an English Bulldog and I jumped him.

What do you think happened? Either way, the bad guy tripped over an English Bulldog. (PS: hint is there, even if it doesn’t make sense).

Penelope out!

Mood: Sarcastic.

Outfit: Black, black and black.

Food: Chocolate, white.

Random word of the day: Conflagration (meaning: great fire).


The Case of the Missing Canines

Hello my sleuthy readers,

Since you guys love mysteries so much, I will finally share with you the Case of the Missing Canines. A small case, yet interesting. Or just weird, I’m not sure. Pay attention, because at the end of the day there may or may not be hints and clues. You know how much I love to make you think.

First, allow me to disclose to you that the girl who entered our classroom was called Chelsea. She wanted to hire us (and I apply that term loosely, since she only paid us with tickets to a dog show and not those cool ones where they jump through rings of fire, but those where you watch dolled-up dogs standing in awkward poses as they get judged) because her purebred Shih Tzu got dognapped. That’s right DOGNAPPED! *dum dum dum dum* I’m sorry, I felt like that should be emphasised. I mean, who would steal a small, hairy dog with a flat face. Granted, they are adorable balls of fur that on occasion will lick your feet, but you also need to brush, feed, water and pick up their doodoos after them. And for that you want to commit a felony? Please, if you’re going to steal something, steal food or bubble wrap. At least those are useful. And fun.

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In any case, Chelsea entered her dog, Charity (!), into an Open show. An Open show, apparently, is a show which is only open to dogs who are registered with the Kennel Club. That sounds cool, right? The Kennel Club. I feel like that should be a name for a group of dogs who fight crime. In reality, though, they govern things like dog shows. Chelsea was convinced that one of her friends who also entered the dog show had done it for sabotage. Nice friends, right? Anyway, the gang and I went to talk to her three friends who are very dogpetitive. Let the suspect list begin. First of all there is Brittany, who goes to a much more elite school than Chelsea (and us) and owns a Maltese named Etienne. She laughed when I told her that her friend’s dog was stolen and also referred to the dog as a mutt since it was living with a ‘poor’ family. Again, nice friends. Then there’s Brianna. She showed genuine concern for the missing pooch and owns a Boston Terrier, Pierre, that she claimed is in love with Charity. Last but not least, Vivian. She owns a pug named L’oreal, like the brand, and seemed indifferent about the crime, though she wasn’t surprised considering the bad neighbourhood Chelsea lives in. I’d like to roll my eyes at this since she lives in a cul-de-sac in an adorable town in Oxfordshire, but considering the last crime that took place here as well as the current one, I’m beginning to think a lot of people have sticky fingers around here.

Now, who is your number one suspect at this point? Yeah, Brittany is mine too. But then her dog got dognapped too! *dum dum dum dum* Sorry, I couldn’t resist. You’d think this leaves us with two suspects, but then when we were about to visit Brianna and Vivian to see if they had an alibi for the time when Etienne went missing, we found out that they dropped out of the Open show for fear that their treasures (their words) would get dognapped too. So now, who would be dognapping these dogs and WHY?
Can you guess? Any suggestions? Hopes? Fears? Daydreams? Let me know, because if you’re right, you’ll get a virtual cookie. Part two of this epic tale (or tail, ha!) will continue next time.

Penelope out!

Mood: Pensive.
Outfit: Hello Kitty PJs.
Food: Ice cream.
Random word of the day: Pernicus (meaning: deadly).
Quote of the day: Sometimes your worst enemy is in the mirror.

'I said: Look at me!'

‘I said: Look at me!’


Dear avid and sleuthy readers,

I’m so glad that you found the little breadcrumbs that led you to my lair of doom. Does that sound evil? It IS! No, I’m kidding, it’s just a blog. But as you know, I do have a love for mysteries and as you can guess…mayhem. And now that I’m working for a private detective, I’m more prone to living out small adventures instead of playing chess against myself. Don’t get me wrong, moving small pieces of wood around can be extremely exciting. There have been times where I couldn’t go to the bathroom because I didn’t want to miss one single move. Even if I was the only one making them. Still, spying on strangers is a bit more unpredictable. And therefore more adventure-y. And most of it I can do from  my car. And with snacks. I also get money for it. You see how this is paradise. Apart from those few days where you have to take detailed pictures of cheating people. And no, it’s not poker they’re cheating at.

As you are well aware, I promised you I’d tell you about the Case of the Missing Canines. See, you thought I’d forgotten, didn’t you? But no, I always keep my promises. Unless I’m lying while I make the promise, but that doesn’t happen often. Plus, you can tell when I’m lying, my voice gets really high. Oh, right. That doesn’t apply here. But you have nothing to worry about, because you, dear reader, are special to me. I would never lie to you. Unless you ask me if you look fat in those jeans. You know the ones I’m talking about. Anyway, I’m going to discuss that case in my next blog post. I gotta have something for you guys to pine for, apart from me and my sparkling personality of course.

Penelope out!

Mood: Morose.

Hair: Freshly washed, smells soapy.

Blog: Sparkly and new. 

Random word of the day: Penury (meaning: poverty).