Rudy at The Scene of the Crime

“It’s purely circumstantial,” Rudy informed me. “I’ve been watching The Good Wife, and I know what it takes to convict.”

Look into my eyes...

Look into my eyes…

His brown eyes widened and for a split second I entertained the notion of innocence. Then I took another look at the crime scene:

1. Chair tipped at a suspicious angle.

Exhibit A: The Chair

Exhibit A: The Chair

2. Bright yellow EMS messenger bag splayed out on the floor.

The Crime Scene

The Crime Scene

3. Mangled remains scattered in the vicinity.

Coincidentally, the EMS bag had accompanied Rudy to Stockbridge not too long ago. Most of the bag’s contents had been unpacked when we got home: his small down comforter (for familiarity); two yellow tennis balls (play); large bag of nuggets (obvious).

I'll keep my ears open...

I’ll keep my ears open…

I had neglected, however, to empty the zippered pocket on the front flap of the bag. It contained a small clutch of Mother Hubbard puppy treats and a Ziploc bag of backup kibble. These bags now lay in shreds not far from the messenger pouch, whose zipper was fully unzipped.

Forensics wanted a closeup

Forensics wanted a closeup

“Look at my paws,” Rudy protested. “Could anyone in their right mind call these ‘opposable thumbs’? I think not! How, then, do you explain the zipper?!” he cocked his head in that adorable, confusing way. “Answer me that!”

Who you calling beady?

Who you calling beady?

He was throwing so many question marks and exclamation points at me I couldn’t see straight. I shook my head and thought a moment, remembering his agile grasp on the tennis balls, the uncannily human way he gripped them between his paws, using the “thumb” claw to pin the balls in place before ripping them to pieces.

This proves nothing...

This proves nothing…

“I, I…,” I stammered. “But then who?”

“We’ve all heard the mice running overhead in the bathroom ceiling,” he said shortly, wiggling those little dark eyebrows. “You do the math.”

Heh heh heh

Heh heh heh

I looked at the chewed bags, the zipper, and tried to calculate the uncounted numbers of missing biscuits. He was right. It wasn’t enough to get a conviction.

Probation, possibly, with time off for good behavior. Plus I’d be checking for some concrete evidence on our next walk….

Oh those eyes...

Oh those eyes…

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5 Responses to Rudy at The Scene of the Crime

  1. cathie sage says:

    Hope i meet Rudy soon. Have sen you and Mel walking with him…what a cutie and obviously smart and sassy. Merry Christmas!!

  2. Cathy says:

    God loves a terrier!

  3. jane preston says:

    aww……he is totally innocent ……you must not convict!
    From Beau, the wonder dog (who lives with jp jp)

  4. Laurel says:

    mmmm…. I don’t know. Seem to remember a nimble pawed fellow down South. Believe his name was Johnie the Sneak. Could open anything. No lunch box was safe…

  5. MB says:

    Innocent! Definately innocent!

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