The Case of the Missing Sweet Potato

It all started on Saturday. J2 had gone to watch his football team lose as usual and J1 and I were alone in the house. It was a cold and dark day. Rain lashed at the windows. In order to kill some time before my lunch I decided to follow Butchy & Snickers' recipe for making sweet potato chews.

I got my human secretary, J1, to wash the potatoes and slice them into thick wedges. Job done.

Then they were placed in the oven for 3 hours.

When they were cooked J1 put them to one side to cool down. I was distracted as I was conducting a forensic examination of a new so-called indestructible dog toy. Later that evening I decided to check and see how the chews had turned out. Notice anything STRANGE about this photo?

Yes, it appears that one slice is MISSING!

Thinking quickly, I reached for my detective coat (sorry Joe!) and looked for credible witnesses. Dunstan was keeping quiet as usual, but Barnaby was only too happy to blab.

Who do you think the culprit was?

That's right, you guessed it, it was J1 all along! She thought they looked really tasty as they were cooking and decided to eat a slice with her dinner.

Another excellent piece of police work by Detective Jackson. Case closed.

Merry Christmas!

St Nicholas Day

Today, 6th December, is St Nicholas Day and my pal Asta is organising a party to celebrate. I'm flying AireRuby to NYC as usual and I think Dunstan the dog on wheels toy is going to accompany me. I'll be meeting lots of my Dogs with Blogs pals and there'll be plenty of eatables and drinkables and merriment in general. I think I'm going to take my violin along too. Any requests? You howl it, and I'll play it!

Love story

Looks like Dunstan has managed to get himself a foxy* lady friend! It's Lacie! How did he manage that?

*OK, strictly speaking she should be called a Lakie lady friend, being a Lakeland Terrier, but it just doesn't have quite the same ring, does it?

I wonder what Lacie's brother Scruffy thinks? Don't worry Scruffy, I think his intentions are honourable. I know his manner is a little stiff, but his heart's in the right place. I just hope Lacie doesn't push him around!

Quiet please

Shhhhhh! Jackson's asleep. Probably still hung over from Asta & Bailey's birthday pawty. Look, he's sneaked onto J1 & J2's bed again. He has some kind of radar that just knows when their bedroom door has been left open. He knows he's not allowed in there but his mission in life is to jump on the bed and drool all over J1's pillow.

In case you're wondering, it's me, Dunstan here. Yes, I know you've read about the other dog on wheels toys, Seymour, Hamilton and Barnaby but I'm the tall quiet one. I may not be fluffy but I think I'm J1's favourite. Don't tell the others though, they might get jealous.

Like Jackson I'm a rescue dog too. I was found languishing in a shed where I'd been for years with no-one to talk to. J1 rehomed me last year. I'm much bigger than the other toys and I'm made of plastic. I think I'm about 50 years old, so I'm kind of in my prime. It's my job to watch over Hamilton, Barnaby and Seymour and make sure they don't get into too much trouble. Remember when Seymour escaped from the coal cellar and got drunk on absinthe? That was because I wasn't around to keep them out of trouble!

I think I hear yawning and scratching coming from the bedroom. Jackson must have woken up. Better go pals, don't want him to catch me!

Dunstan x