Canine Conundrum Part 2

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In which Violet Greer talks to animals.

This is Crystal. When I told her I wanted to talk to her, she ran away and hid under her blanket. I’m not sure I need an actual confession. She’s obviously the perp.

“I didn’t do it!”

I asked what it was that she didn’t do. I thought I could trick her into admitting to something.

“Whatever you think I did, I didn’t do it. I don’t know anything about it, and I don’t want to talk about it.”

I casually mentioned the Webkinz.

“Webkinz? Nope. Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

I told her about the missing stuffed animals.

“Ohhh, that. Yeah, I didn’t do it.”

But she obviously knows who did! I tried to question her further, but she burrowed under the blanket and refused to look at me. A sure sign she was hiding something.

“I don’t know anything about those nasty little toys. They don’t belong to me and I don’t like them anyway.”

I felt that I was on to something. Clyde doesn’t like me to interfere when she’s investigating, but I have very good instincts. And this is my investigation. It’s my very own cozy mystery.

“Are you still here?” She peeked out from under her hiding place. “You’re wasting your time with me.”

After that I got nothing more out of her. Sometimes dogs just start thinking about food and then I can’t compete. I still have another suspect to interrogate before I get to the bottom of this, but I’m pretty sure I already know who did it.

Thanks to Melissa B for sharing her photos! ~de

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Canine Conundrum Part 1

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In which Violet Greer talks to animals.

This could be the face of evil. Or at least a guilty conscience. I was called to consult with this family after multiple Webkinz stuffed animals went missing. They were later found, soggy and a bit traumatized, in various locations throughout the house. Because there are multiple dogs in the household, the family didn’t know who was the Webkinz killer.

My first suspect was Willow. According to the family she is very obedient, likes to cuddle, and usually gets whatever she wants. I became suspicious when she turned her big-eyed innocent look on me. The tongue was over-kill.

“Webkinz? What’s a Webkinz?”

I told her someone has an issue with those stuffed animals.

“Stuffed animals? You mean those off-limits toys? No one has an issue.”

I told her that the whole gang would be in trouble if we didn’t get to the bottom of this.

“Oh, no. I don’t think so. I don’t get in trouble. And I’m not a snitch.”

Hmm. She seems pretty sure of herself. I was a little surprised that she didn’t tattle since dogs usually do. They don’t tend toward deception. So, if Willow is not the culprit, then she’s protecting one of her cohorts. It might be difficult to crack this case if the gang sticks together. I’ll have to find the weak link and apply some subtle pressure.

Next week we’ll meet suspect number two.

Thanks to Melissa B for her photo! ~de

Happy Halloween!

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In which Violet Greer talks to animals.

Our pets can tell when there is a celebration afoot. Often they are only too happy to join in – even if it means wearing a costume.

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Sometimes they feel left out if they can’t join the fun.

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And some would prefer not to get involved.

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Some show their true personality.

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And some just enjoy the festivities.

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Thanks to Melissa B., Stephanie V., Ann and Bob E., and Barb L. for their photos! ~de

Uninvited

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In which Violet Greer talks to animals.

Have you ever lived in a neighborhood where there is one kid who comes over all the time? He shows up at your door, asking for snacks, or just wandering in as if he lives there?

Rowdy claims there is a dog like that in his neighborhood. I went to see him for my routine visit after his surgery and bad grooming recovery. The family was shocked that he told me this story. They say every word is true, but can’t believe I heard it from Rowdy. I have to ask myself why they are paying me if they are surprised Rowdy tells me things, but that’s a whole other subject.

Rowdy said, “I was out for my usual walk with my girl. She likes to go around the park and even though there’s something wrong with my leg, I go with her. It seems to make her happy.”

“We were heading back home, when out of nowhere this dog shows up. My girl noticed he wasn’t wearing a collar and she talked to him and petted him. I didn’t care for that and I backed away. My collar came off because my neck is thinner since the grooming. Well, she freaked out and picked me up to take me home. I didn’t really mind because my leg was hurting by then.”

“The other dog asked me if I had had dinner yet and what kind of treats did I get after a walk and he followed us home! When we got there, the alpha human let us in and the other dog just trotted in the door like he owned the place! The humans laughed and called the dog to come back because he was all over the house. Sniffing my toys, checking out my food bowl, stepping on my bed. THEN, he picked up my chewy and came and stood in front of the door. Can you believe it? And THEN, the humans just let him out and walked him back home. They seemed to know where he lived and they let him keep my chewy! It’s an outrage! I had worked for a long time to get it just the way I like it and he comes into MY house and walks out the door with it.”

I could understand Rowdy’s frustration. Dogs are very territorial. We used to have a kid down the street who would just knock on the door, and come in and rummage through the pantry. I asked Rose if maybe his mother didn’t feed him, but I don’t think that was the problem. Some people are just overly familiar, just as some dogs don’t recognize their own or anyone else’s territory.

I told Rowdy I understood his indignation. He said his stomach felt fine, but there’s something wrong with his leg.

Thank you to Ellie for sharing this true story ~de

Know when to hold ’em

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In which Violet Greer talks to animals.

We met Astrid a few months ago, here. Her imagination is no less active. She’s moved on from pretending to be a cop, to an elaborate gambling fantasy. The pig is nowhere in evidence and I can only assume it is in prison.

I asked Astrid what she was playing with her friends.

“If you want to talk to me you’ll have to ante-up. We’re not running a charity around here.”

I asked her to deal me in.

“Okay, gang, we’ve got a live one! Triangles are wild, and if I catch that elephant counting cards again he’ll be sitting with the pig in the closet.”

I told her I’d never played this game before.

“You want to sit this one out? The duck’s about to double down and I don’t have time to deal with an amateur.”

I said maybe I should just watch.

“Yeah, suit yourself. The penguin’s a high-roller – might be too rich for you.”

After a couple of rounds of Astrid moving the cards around, I asked her who had won.

“This hand’s a bust. Why don’t you go help the pit boss get our snacks ready?”

I said I didn’t think pit bosses brought snacks.

“Well, mine does. Look here she comes now!”

Sure enough, the owner appeared with a bag of treats and started handing them out. Astrid ate them all.

Special thanks to Barb for sharing her picture!

Astrid has an etsy shop! Go here to check it out.

Sports Injury part one

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In which Violet Greer talks to animals.

Sometimes, I’m asked to give a message to a pet, rather than get information from a pet. You may remember Rowdy and his fear of flies. Other than flies, Rowdy has no fear and sees himself as the hero in his own adventure tale.

Unfortunately, this can cause him to act rashly and in the words of his family, “like a maniac.” I was asked by the family to talk to Rowdy and explain why he needed surgery on his knee. They felt he had fallen into a bit of a depression and wanted to explain that he would feel better soon.

This is what he said: “I knew they were leaving when the big black bags came out. That always means they are going somewhere and I have to stay with Princess Emily. She’s bossy but we get along okay. As long as I do everything she says. And I only play with the toys she doesn’t like. And I don’t get too close to her humans when they are petting her. And I don’t sleep in her favorite spots. She has a lot of rules”

“Everything was going fine. We went on a bunch of walks, had lots of treats (what happens at Emily’s stays at Emily’s), and barked at the mailman every day.”

“The only bad part about Emily’s place is Napoleon. He lives behind her house so that when we’re in the backyard he can come out and strut around and hurl insults over the fence. He’s a small fluffy dog who thinks he’s really tough. I can’t stand him.”

“So, one morning he came out with his usual trash talk and I just lost it. I raced to the back of the yard, but on the way something happened to my leg. There’s something wrong with it.”

“Ever since that day, my family, who finally came back from wherever they had been has been carrying me around and giving me treats. I don’t mind any of that, but there’s something wrong with my leg.”

“Today they took me to a new groomer and look what happened! Talk about a maniac! He only shaved one leg and he put this tape on me. Plus, my front leg has tape too, so I’ve been careful with that as well. Will you tell them there’s something wrong with my leg and I don’t like that groomer?”

I explained about his torn meniscus and the surgery, but I’m not sure he understood. I’ll check back throughout the week and see how he’s doing.

I’m die-(t)-ing

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In which Violet Greer talks  animals.

This is Duchess. Her family asked me to intervene when their normally haughty but active cat began lolling around on the patio. She had been deemed healthy but overweight by her vet. This was day two of her diet.

Knowing she could be skittish with strangers, I approached cautiously. She opened one eye and peered at me quickly.

“Go away, we don’t need you here.”

Well, some cats are friendlier than others. Usually, when they realize I can understand them, they have a lot to say. I explained that I could help her talk to her family.

“Tell them I’m dying,” she said.

I was already irked, so I told her she wasn’t dying, just hungry.

“Look at me! I can barely move. Even if they decided to feed me, I wouldn’t be able to get to the bowl. I’m so weak, and dizzy, and I feel tingly all over. This is the end.” She meowed pathetically.

“Oh, get up. You’re fine,” I said.

She picked her head up a fraction of an inch. “Is that the can opener I hear?”

I shook my head, the family wasn’t helping by feeding her in the middle of my session.

Duchess hopped up – as if a miracle had occurred. “See, I told you I didn’t need you.”

Thanks to Jamie Chavez for sharing her photo