Sherlock Chincholmes

Published May 02, 2007 by Chincho the Pug.
Filed under reunite, elderly lady, Marlboro Lights, Missing .

It began as a typical routine Tuesday morning. I started my day at 4am. Aaron was not so thrilled and refused to get out of bed until 6:20am. Whatever. I had my organic breakfast (fish and sweet potatoes for those who are wondering how I maintain my figure) followed by a pleasant morning walk, where I continue to mark my territory throughout the city of Houston. My goal is to have my scent on every telephone pole inside the loop by late August. Mike and Aaron went to work and left me home alone for 9 long hours, where I chatted with Mr. Carrot, meditated, spun in circles, chased some balls and took up knitting (I find that knitting calms my nerves!). Well, it was during my evening stroll that things got a little interesting...

As I marked the telephone pole outside my home, I noticed a flyer taped to MY pole…I had to investigate! Aaron, of course, wanted to go inside, but I insisted and got my way – I have no qualms with using my good looks to further my own cause. As it turns out, the flyer was for a missing dog named Jake. How horrible! How unfortunate! How deliciously curious!

The dog's owner used some cheap digital camera (the picture was totally unflattering!) and an antiquated black and white printer to create the flyer. Thankfully, my instincts are as sharp as Mr. Carrot's wits!

I recalled a conversation I had last Saturday with an elderly, slightly annoying lady who lives 2 blocks away. She told me she found a Golden Retriever that morning in her yard and that he had no tags. She decided to play Mommy Dearest with the mutt and locked him in her backyard. Immediately, I knew I had to reunite this lost soul with his owner. I had my assistant (aka Aaron) call the number on the flyer and a gentleman by the name of Jarrod answered. I had Jarrod meet us at the lady's home ASAP. I got there before Jarrod and I struck up a conversation with this elderly lady. She told me how she hoped Jarrod wasn't the dog's owner since she had grown so attached. She reeked of Marlboro Lights and desperation. 5 minutes later Jarrod showed up and claimed Jake. Jarrod tried to offer me cash, but I couldn't accept it. It just seemed wrong! I told him to buy his pooch something Hello Kitty and walked off. On to my next project…