I've run out of suspects and I still don't have my goldfish. I've been laying here thinking about where it might be.
Can you help me solve the mystery, please?
Wait! I know just where it is!
The laundry! Yes, the goldfish was getting a bath!
I found my pig instead. No goldfish, Linda. Gosh I'm sad!Don't give up Inspector Caleb. Just think real hard! 
Wait! I've got it! Thank you, Linda, for all your encouragement!
That's your frog, Caleb. But I think you are on the right track. Hasn't your Mother taught you to pick up your toys?!
I think you are very close to solving this case, Inspector Caleb!
Case closed! (Caleb, I'm so glad you found your goldfish! You lived with me a long time and I see these pictures and just want to hug and kiss your little face!! I'm so glad you have a forever home with Carey-- she'll pass on lots off kisses for me!!)
4 comments:
Oh dear ---- now I know why Kenzo had a pick and shovel --- he was trying to dig a shallow grave!!!
HAHAHA, that's so funny.
Drizzle takes her booda bone(most favorite toy ever) and leaves it outside far too often. I have to make her go back out and get it, lol
This was a great blog post!
He's so adorable! I'm sure he was hard to give up!
Caleb is so cute! I see he is no better than my three at bringing the toys back inside :)
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