10/9/25

Thought of the day

The exciting - and I might not know the definition of exciting - conclusion of my canine noir (thanks, Bea) masterpiece...

After one week, I still don't have answers, so the case went cold—colder than yesterday’s coffee left on the counter. 

I’d hit a wall, and both mutts knew it. 

Ms. Frizzle played it cool, eyes soft but steady, like she’d been through tougher interrogations. 
Lucy just drooped there, looking guilty enough to go to the slammer, but with nothing solid to pin on her. 

No crumbs, no wrappers, no confession—just two wagging tails and an empty Danish container that told me nothing but heartbreak.
So that’s where it stands. 

The Case of the Missing Danish, unsolved. 

Maybe it was a crime of opportunity, maybe a frame job, maybe just hunger and bad timing. 

Either way, I’ve done all I can. If the truth’s gonna come out, it’ll take someone tougher than me. 

Maybe it’s time to call in the big dog—McGruff. 

He’s got a nose for this kind of thing.
Until then, the streets—and the kitchen counters—aren’t safe. 

Not while the Danish thief walks free.

Meme dump

I will persevere.
I will keep moving forward.

I will be the stream.