In the domestic justice system two doggies commit crimes large and small. Deefor and Arrow. This are is our story.
My owner mom woke up and found the evidence on the kitchen floor. An empty TV dinner box. Opened and eaten. She asked the bearded one if he ate it before bed. Maybe he left the box on the table and Arrow found it and licked it clean.
No. The bearded one didn’t eat it. Then my mom saw some groceries on the floor. She had forgotten to put them away. First my mom said Arrow must have done it. He’s always getting into stuff. That bad Arrow.
This is not the real evidence. My mom cleans up fast when she’s mad. The real one was meatballs and spaghetti. (Don’t ask me how I know.)
Detective owner mom said Arrow is a bad criminal. Noisy. Messy. Not sneaky. He goes on the table when humans are looking.
My mom said Arrow was in bed all night with his new bone. His tags are like jingle bells. She wakes up when Arrow jumps around. I was sleeping downstairs. Arrow chews stuff up and makes a mess. The crime scene was too neat. Arrow’s face would have been covered with spaghetti sauce.
So they pinned it on me. An inside job. In the park, my owner mom noticed my poop looked a little like spaghetti sauce. (She likes to put it in little bags.) It’s not DNA. I say it proves nothing.