I was just getting busy with a bowl of bean soup when the phone rang. It was long distance.
"A Chihuahua's missing in Alaska and you think it's gone south?"
"Lady, does the dog have a fur coat?"
"Well, mam, I can’t blame that poor little dog for leaving Alaska. If I were in its paws, I'd do the same thing.
It's really cold up there. Sorry, but I can’t take your case."
Maybe I should have taken the case. But Simone and I were exhausted from the case we had just finished. It had been a tough one.
A llama, named Dolly, had gone missing. And we had to find her.