It was day like any other.

I, Detective Chase, was sitting at my desk, having a nice cup of joe. The handyman I'd hired had just finished putting the final coat of drywall mud on and had left the area to wash up.  I leaned back in my chair and wondered what I would be blogging about today. A detective's work is never done.

Suddenly, I heard it : snorting like a mad boar in the vicinity of the new sheetrock mud. I knew right away there was trouble and dashed to the scene.  And that's when I saw it.

It was a massacre.  Sheetrock mud was missing, there were dents in a normally-smooth area.  Clearly someone was sent to sabotage my progress!  But who could it be?  I mentally ran through the list of usual suspects.

Could it be Malachi, aka Misser B, the baby-faced but michevious older beagle? His eyes said no, but the smirk said maaaaaaybe. It also said 'stop taking pictures of me, you deranged monkey' but that's another story. I wasn't about to count him out quite yet.

Or what about the feline called Sadie? She's cunning enough to pull off a hit like this. But what would be her motive?  Sure, like any cat, she wants to murder all humans and take over the world, but she also knows she can't open the cat food container by herself. Yet. I have a feeling there are future plans for this little criminal. Just look at that expression. Clearly, she's planning something sinister.

What about the new kid on the block, Bo (or as they call him in the yards, BoBo-Poopy-Eater)? Maybe he was trying to earn respect from the elders? He may not be the smartest criminal, but he's a sneaky little bastard. I thought maybe I had my culprit.  Then I remembered he was in the slammer for an earlier prison (backyard) break.  It couldn't have been him.

That left me with one other suspect, Moxie, otherwise known as "Momma's Fat Wittle Piggy Wiggy Cutie Patootie". When I showed up to investigate, she protested and swore her innocence, but there was evidence everywhere. It was obvious the mud was on her hands.  Well, her face, anyway. I had her. She was going downtown with me.

Once again I solved a crime with my cunning PI skills and my superior investigation techniques. They don't call me...uh....Chase...for nothin.