The Case of the Vanishing Ball

...and other unsolved mysteries

Something very suspicious is going on at Pawsies HQ.

It started this morning. I was out in the garden doing my usual quality control patrol (sniffing the grass, barking at nothing, admiring my own pawprints in the mud) when I realised that my favourite ball was gone.

Gone! Vanished! Poof! Like a sausage at a toddler's picnic!

Naturally, I launched a full-scale investigation:

• Under the sofa? Nope. Just some fluff and a suspicious crumb.
• In the toy box? Only the rejects were there. You know the ones—chewed beyond recognition.
• Dug up half the garden? Nothing but mud and the faint disappointment of past holes.

The Prime Suspects:

• Joolz – Claims she hasn’t seen it. But she had her “Oops I Hoovered It” face on.
• Buddy (Cavapoo) – Too innocent-looking. Which makes him extra suspicious.
• Buddy (Black Dog) – Cool as a cucumber, but I did see him lying on something suspiciously round-shaped earlier. Hmm.

While I haven’t cracked the case yet, I’ve learned a valuable lesson: always have a backup squeaky.
(I now carry two. One in the mouth, one in reserve. I call it “dual-wielding.”)

In other news, we had a group bark at the wind this afternoon. No real reason. Just vibes.

That’s all from me this week, folks. If you see a slightly slobbery, slightly chewed orange ball rolling about where it shouldn’t be... tell it Boomer is looking.

Tail wags and detective tags,

Boomer

Head of Hounds, at Pawsies
Full-time Hound. Part-time Sleuth. Always hungry.