Canine Capers 10

Got a problem in your neighbourhood?
Dog Gone It!

Lost something and can’t find it?
Dog Gone It!

Someone making too much of a racket?
Dog Gone It!

Need help?
Dog Gone It!

Only problem with finally getting a name for the agency is that it creates another problem — deciding what to put in the advertisement! Of course, if Doctor Who is right and people know about us throughout the universe, maybe we don’t need to advertise. But we do need business cards, and having a succinct slogan would be nice.

While I was trying out possible candidates, M interrupted.

“T, did you hear that?”

Silence, but for only a second or three.

“There it is again.”

“Yes, I heard it that time.”

I turned in the direction of the noise. “Sounds like someone sneaking around — and not doing a very good job at it.”

“I don’t think we can wait for the police,” cautioned M. “I’m sending out the red alert!”

A few minutes later, E. A. Crow, Madam Dragonfly, Alice Rabbit, Sammy Sparrow and Claude Squirrel had spread the word to our canine and feline colleagues — Harley, Copper, Mikey, Riot, Shadow, Dingo, Winnie, Lachlan and Mr Cat were ready to defend the neighbourhood on our call.

And then we saw him. A young man sneaking out of the backyard a few houses down from us. No idea what he was doing, but he looked awfully suspicious. And judging by the sound we heard before — like someone climbing over a fence — we were certain that he was up to something.

M put out the call as the young man ran past, and immediately everyone started barking, squawking and ‘tsk tsk’-ing, except for Mr Cat who was on lookout and E. A. who was tracking from overhead.

The young man took off down the back lane, picking up speed as the others’ responses let him know he was no longer anonymous. A few minutes later, I saw him walking up the front street, looking somewhat disconcerted and hopefully rattled by recent events. But we weren’t going to let him off so easy and the barking began again in earnest.

Mr Cat watched as the young man slowed down at the top of the street, clearly trying to catch his breath. He looked back over his shoulder once, and then E. A. heard him say, “Wow, I’m never doing that again!”

“You better not, kid,” kaw-kawed the crow, “because Dog Gone It — we’re watching!”

We never did find out what he was doing, but we don’t expect to see him around these parts anymore.

When all had quieted down again, M suggested, “Okay, let’s get back to that slogan.”

I was ready to share ...

Dog Gone It!
Canines and critters on watch in your neighbourhood.
We might be small, but we’re BIG on keeping you safe.

“Nice!”

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