Jones. Indiana Jones. Also known as Double-K-Nine. KK9! I’m a secret agent dog. Oops! I wasn’t supposed to tell you that. Don’t say anything! It will be our secret. I guess I’ll have to deputize you as a Double H so you’ll be obligated to keep quiet.

Do you prefer yours shaken or stirred? I take mine diced with a touch of gravy.

I’m on a mission. Somewhere in this house is my stuffed lobster toy. It’s my favorite toy. And it’s missing. I don’t know who took it, but I’m going to find out! Evil scum! It’s a conspiracy! When I find out who stole Mr. Lobby, I’m going to… well.. I can’t tell you what I’m going to do to them. You might try to stop me. GRRRRRRRRR

Have you ever lost something, accused someone of taking it, and then found it later? Boy. that’s embarrassing. Apologizing just never seems to be quite enough. That’s happened to me so many times, I decided to hunt for Mr. Lobby myself, before I start pointing fingers…’er claws.

The cat says she knows where Mr. Lobby is. She won’t tell me. She thinks it’s funny that I can’t find him. I can see her smirking though the window. She thinks it’s funny. GRRRRRRR I want to bite her tail! Darn her!

Maybe I should take her a mouse, and see if I can buy the information from her. Do you think that will work? I’m going to give it a try. Honey catches more flies than vinegar, so perhaps I can “nice” her into telling me where my lobster toy is hiding.

Check back next week and I’ll let you know if it worked.

This is secret agent KK9, signing off. And remember, this is just between you and me! SHHHHHHH

Love, Indy

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