The Adventure of the Nibbled Chicken

Hello, good readers.  This is Tucker the Vizsla.  Recently, some scurrilous rumors and dubious video footage has surfaced purporting to show me trying to get at a chicken that Mama was defrosting in the kitchen sink.  But do these rumors hold up to scrutiny?  Let’s investigate.

Let us begin by examining the scene of the so-called crime. I have prepared this helpful chart to demonstrate just how tall the kitchen sink is.

Compare this to a picture of me:

As you can see, the kitchen sink is far too tall for me to have any chance whatsoever of successfully stealing chicken out of it. I am at most eight inches tall at the shoulder, while the sink is nearly as high as the famous Empire State Building.  Clearly, there is no way that I could have eaten the chicken that was defrosting inside.  And as for the video of me allegedly attempting to steal more chicken, let’s take a look at what I was really doing:

Now that I have demonstrated that I did not and could not steal the chicken, the question becomes: Who did?  Obviously only the most skilled second-story man would be able to pull off such a caper. It would require precision timing, incredible endurance, perfect balance, and amazing reflexes. In short, it would require … an athlete. And who around here just recently boasted of his athletic prowess?  That’s right — my so-called brother, Dennis the Other Vizsla.  And as you can see in the following photograph, Dennis has access to both a ninja suit and an air-powered grappling hook gun. No doubt he is about to fire his hook into the sink so that he can pull himself up and steal whatever yummy treats Mama may have left in it today.

The evidence is incontrovertible — Dennis is the sneak sink thief, not me.  Q.E.D. —  the case of the nibbled chicken is closed.

Elementary, my dear Trixie. Elementary.

28 thoughts on “The Adventure of the Nibbled Chicken

  1. We are having some trouble with your logic Tucker. Those heights seem a bit off. So does yours. But Dennis does have a grappling hook so who knows.

    Bobo and Meja the Sharpei puppies.

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  2. I see! Tucker, by any chance did you solve the mystery of which came first, the chicken or the egg? Mommy says chicken, I say no way it has to be egg!
    Hugs & Snugs
    Eduardo the Snuggle Puggle

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  3. Tucker, sorry but your logic and math are not as good as Dennis’s.
    I chuckle every time I see Tucker and Trixie as Sherlock and Holmes.

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  4. Did yoo say CHICKEN??

    OHBOYOHBOYOHBOY!!

    I gots to has sum too!!!!!!

    ::springs in my feet::
    ::springs in my feet::

    I is Jake!

    Peeeeeee Ssssssss : I did not take the chicken but wouldve if it werent fer those kids!

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  5. No, Dennis wouldn’t do that. I think he was just keeping a close eye on the chicken. That is what it looks like from here.

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  6. Dennis! That was so cool about the flyball games! You did great and had fun on your first time out! Next time you will do even better. Just remember, you must not break out of the game to go to your dada.

    I read about the voices in your head making you tear up your stuffies. You need to watch. Head voices don’t always have your best interests in mind.

    I don’t know what to think about all this chicken stealing stuff…..

    Barklove,
    Rusty

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  7. Don’t tell Dennis, but I find you the most entertaining, Tucker. Plus you honor the almighty Sherlock Holmes whose deductive logic you use so well.

    Playbows,

    Miss Mina

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  8. Uh oh, that’s the trouble with having siblings who are smarter than you. They can totally frame you for crimes they commit.

    Slobbers,
    Mango

    P.S. Can I add you to my list of pals?

    Dennis says: hello mango of korse yoo can ad me to yore list of pals i like pals!!! ok bye

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