07/21/2026
📖 The Mystery of the Muddy Paw Prints
Grizzly knew something was wrong the moment he stepped into the hallway.
There, across the freshly cleaned floor, was a trail of muddy paw prints.
They began near the back door, circled the kitchen table, disappeared beneath the couch, and then continued straight toward the bedroom.
Grizzly lowered his nose and carefully examined the evidence.
The prints were small.
Suspiciously small.
He followed them past an overturned slipper, around a forgotten biscuit crumb, and into the bedroom, where the trail suddenly stopped.
Grizzly checked behind the curtains.
Nothing.
He looked beneath the bed.
Still nothing.
Then he heard it.
A quiet little drip… drip… drip.
Grizzly slowly turned toward the mirror.
Staring back at him was a very serious Shih Tzu detective—with four muddy paws, a damp belly, and a tiny leaf tangled in his tail.
He looked down.
Then he remembered.
The backyard puddle.
The exciting squirrel chase.
And the moment he had raced inside before anyone could catch him with the towel.
The mystery had been solved.
Unfortunately, Grizzly was also the suspect.
He quickly sat on the nearest clean rug, tilted his head, and prepared his most innocent expression.
After all, the evidence might have been strong…
…but no one could prove the muddy paw prints belonged to him.
Case closed. Treats pending. 🐾🔎
