Case of the Great Cranberry Caper by Jeffrey M. Poole

Author:Jeffrey M. Poole
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: cozy mystery, holiday mystery, small town mysteries, mysteries with humor, mysteries with dogs, animal sleuths, cozy murder mystery series
Publisher: Columbine Publishing Group, LLC

SEVEN

The following morning, the dogs and I were in a small room to the right of my kitchen, affectionately named the breakfast nook, having a bite to eat. This small-ish room had bench seating and overlooked a bay window, which faced out onto my winery. Frankly, it was my favorite room in the house, and unless Jillian was here, this was where you’d typically find me. The caveat to that would be if I happened to be writing. Then, I’d be sequestered upstairs, in my study, which was simply one of my spare rooms.

It was early, much earlier than I would have liked, seeing how the corgis roused themselves a good hour before sunrise. Why, might you ask? Well, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what they were doing. They were hungry. So, that meant that they needed to wake Yours Truly up. How did they decide to accomplish that feat? Well, for whatever reason, Sherlock and Watson decided to play a noisy game of tag, followed by a ferocious battle of keep-away, and finish the play session with several rounds of tug-of-war. All of this, mind you, just so happened to take place on my bed, with me in it. I knew exactly what the dogs were trying to do the moment the first corgi drive-by happened. They clearly wanted their breakfast and they were inviting me, in their own way, of course, to join them. Typically, they woke with me and we all had breakfast together. Not today, unfortunately. The little boogers decided to take it upon themselves to get themselves fed. I personally tried to hold out as long as I could by pretending to be asleep, but Watson took care of that for me. Once it became clear that Operation Wake Daddy had failed, my cute little girl took it upon herself to go undercover.

And I mean that literally.

Watson squirmed under the covers, nestled herself against my chest, and then … let one go. Now, I’m hoping I don’t have to go into detail with that one, because holy cow, did it have the desired effect. My little girl has been known, from time to time, to eat a little too fast, and therefore ingest some air along with her kibble. Well, the excess air had to go somewhere. In Watson’s case, she could clear out a hotel lobby in less time than it takes to pinch your nose shut. The worst part was the fact that I felt a brief burst of warmth on my leg, right about where her rump would have been.

“Give me some warning, would you?” I demanded, as I practically leapt out of bed and fanned the covers in an attempt to remove the noxious brown clouds that were undoubtedly working their way up, through the bedding. “If you wanted me up that badly, then you should have just said so. Holy cow, Watson. What the heck have you been eating? You’d think your owner has never been responsible for feeding a corgi before.

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