The Investigation
Something happened under the stool. He knows what. We never will. The file remains open.
Dispatches from the daily walk. Conditions vary; the stare does not.
Something happened under the stool. He knows what. We never will. The file remains open.
Negotiations stalled at block four. Management proposed continuing the walk. Labor proposed the pavement. Pictured: labor, winning.
Exhibit A was consumed before the hearing concluded. Case dismissed for lack of evidence.
Halloween. Met a Shiba, deployed the signature move — full surrender, paws up, maximum charm. The Shiba never stood a chance. Alliance secured.
Knew the exercise before the instructor finished explaining it. Performed it flawlessly on the second try instead of the first — for morale, I assume. He knows far more than anyone suspects. This is by design. Ours.
Received a Bernese Mountain Dog roughly nine times his size. Arrived in a puffer, carrying his own backpack. Introduced himself at eye level. The Bernese’s knee’s eye level.
Further entries filed as adventures occur.