The Adventure of the Stolen Poop Bags

Hello good readers.  This is Tucker the Much Better Vizsla than Dennis.  Since my bout of aspiration pneumonia some weeks ago, I have not been able to go for walks around the harbor like I used to; however, Mama and Dada did recently take me to the park at the top of the hill so I could go people-watching.  Trixie came along to protect us from evil perpetrators, while Dennis stayed home, because the park tends to be quite crowded and Dennis is a paranoid agoraphobic hermit. Or something like that.

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Raiders of the Lost Kong

Rumor has it they used to worship red Kongs around here.  You know, the kind that look like insulators from power lines or the rubber bump-stop from an old Volkswagen.  But one by one, the Kongs disappeared.  The superstitious say that the gods took them back up to Paradise; others, that the Kongs never existed at all except in the minds of the faithful.  Me?  I think there must be some truth behind the legends.  And I aim to find out what it is.

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