Mama’s tired. I refused to hold the peace. Or the line. Or whatever. Not even for a treat. I protect her. Why doesn’t she understand? Probable cause, barking. The guys were late climbing the stairs tonight, one at a time, pokin’ along. It was tinkle time, however, and leaving mama unattended, without proper security is not an option. So, I barked, like a mad dog, at ten o’clock at night, probably waking the entire neighborhood. Those men need to decide what it’s going to be, up or down. Don’t stand at the bottom of the stairs in the shadows thinking I don’t know you’re there. I’m on the case and will not rest until you get your sneaky fanny upstairs. Undercover brothers, yet again, and they don’t get anything past the bearded schnauzer. I expect more from spooks.
They’re nice though, kind.
Pero vamos rápido ¿de acuerdo? Andale, andale, hombres, por favor.
Entender?
Capisce?
이해했나요 (ihaehaessnayo) In honor of my brother from another mother and his family in Korea. Mama tells me Hangul is a real experience. She tries, but she’s a wee bit slow. Old girl isn’t a quitter, to her credit.
One more thing. The world is one big bipolar, psychotic, multiple personality disorders, schizophrenic disaster, causing anxiety to rise in my already anxiety ridden eleven-pound schnauzer perfect body. I feel it, my dogs, deep in my itty-bitty bones. Mama says mountains, Jackson in particular, is a microcosm of the world at large. Politics included. And then there's something about people running away from, or running to, something. It’s quite the interesting study of humans. Incredibly weird species.
Mama tells me if I don’t control my barking there’s a real possibility we will be living in our beat-up car. “And that would be a shame, Maggie Rose.”
Can anyone one say guilt trippin’ the schnauzer?
I’ve stories, more stories, mysteries.
Soon.
Maggie Rose Canine Detective 🐾
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