Hey Mom, plot twist at Doggy Donuts. Found a milk bone, suddenly I’m the Sherlock Holmes of Spencerville! Sniffing out clues, might be lured to Pet Partners. Bizarre but tastes delicious! Solve this mystery later, taking a chew bone break by Labradoodle Lake. Detecting is hard work! – Your little Chunker

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Right, so here I am: Pearl the kick-ass English bulldog of Spencerville. Pirate eye and all, living my best life, yeah? But let me tell ya, things took a dark turn one cold November night. Oh, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me. But something was totally off in this utopia.

Sounds ominous, doesn’t it? It all started at Doggy Donuts, the tastiest joint in town. Just me, and my half-sister Sophie, cruising down Main Street. We ended up there after a last-minute change to our plans. Normally, we’re all about Pupperoni Pizza, but hey, a gal’s gotta treat herself, right?

Anyway, where am I? Oh right, we wandered over to Doggy Donuts just as the last of Spencerville’s daylight was fading away. My mouth’s watering at the thought of the chicken nugget donuts, but then my perfect night got turned on its head.

Did I mention I’m pretty much like Spencerville’s Sherlock Holmes Brindle-Patched English Bulldog? No? Well then, we’ll add sleuth to my impressive roster. So picture this, Sophie and I indulge ourselves, okay? But then out of the blue, we found a milk bone in plain sight. A milk bone, you heard it right. Now you’d think, “What’s odd about that?” Here’s what, they’re my favorite treat, and there’s hardly a place that serves milk bones apart from K9 Kebabs. And remember, we weren’t there that night.

So, the heralded Bulldog Detective agency was on the case – just me and Soph. Who would want to lure us away with milk bones? Who knew us well enough? It all seemed to circle back to one place: Pet Partners Pet Supplies. But was that too obvious? Or was I just overthinking it? Ugh, detective or not, I’ve never been a fan of mind games.

Wait, you’re not getting spooked, are you? C’mon, Spencerville’s a haven for us pets! Even in the face of mystery, we’ve got camaraderie here. Look at Bromo, Lil Dot, and Tuesday the cat – my squad, my ride-or-dies- and they’ve got my back. They’re my posse and I wouldn’t want anyone else helping me crack this case.

There’s more to this story, of course, but I’ll leave you hanging. Ha, just kidding. Or am I? We’ll continue this later. I need some mental preparation before facing those pet supply guys. In the meantime, if you need me, I’ll be basking in the sun by Labradoodle Lake, staring down the unknown while also enjoying my chew bone. Jeez, the life of a detective bulldog is as tasty as it’s baffling.

The End.