NORDIKE’S THE SPY WHO LOVES ME

DOB: 7/1/01
SIRE: CH. BRIAROAKS SECRET AGENT, CDX, TD, HIC
DAM: AM/CAN. CH. NORDIKE PENELOPE PITSTOP, CDX, HIC

The Adventures Of Spy

Case # 001
The Case of the missing puppy

Dateline: 7-8-01, 8:00 am. Big Creek River Valley

Hello. My name is Spy. OO-Stinky to my friends, but that’s not important. What IS important is the call I got. It was from a frantic mother telling me her 8 week old baby was missing.

The only clue was this picture left in her crib with a note attached saying the kid would be floated down Big Creek if the ransome of 100 nylabones weren’t delivered within the next 24 hours. I was a sucker for a cute face, and had to take the case.
I felt this was going to take my most sophisticated equipment. No clue could be passed up, and the smallest detail needed to be analyzed.

Working the equipment was a tricky maneuver, and needed the utmost attention to every dial and lever. Messing up at this stage of the game could cost me the entire case, and I didn’t want to loose this one.
Searching for clues took me to the last place that kid was seen. The food bag.

It was a dirty job, but someone had to do it. Digging down to the last morsel, I found my first clue. It wasn’t big, but it tasted like chicken and had the smell of dirty diapers. I knew I was on a hot trail. No one could stop me now. I had a plan. All I needed was one or two more pieces to this puzzle, and I could solve this case.
Suddenly, there was a knock at my door.

I knew from the sound of that knock that it must be my old adversary, “Odd-bark”. I’d know that dastardly villain would stop at nothing to detain me, and he was barking up the wrong tree if he thought this visit would slow me down. I quickly grabbed one of my workout dumbells.

It was cleverly disguised and in reality was a squirt gun which held the only substance which could stop Odd-bark, lemon juice. “Q” had given me specific instructions not to aim the thing at point blank range, but I had no choice. As I tried to aim the dumbell for his face, it tilted downward and wet off into the ground. Drat! Luckily, I had a backup, new addition dumbell which was lighter weight and easier to conceal. Hidden in my wristwatch, I grabbed for it and fired that nasty juice.

Direct hit! I darted out the door while Odd-Bark was busy trying to get that stuff out of his eyes.
As I ran down the stairs and out the door, I was stunned to see that a dozen or so TV and news reporters had gotten the tail end of the report of the missing kid. Of all times, they wanted to have an interview and photo shoot. This was a delicate situation, and I had to handle things with kid gloves. I told them “no comment”, but since I had just had my hair done, and felt I looked great that day, I allowed photos.

Now, it was back to the job at hand. My search took me down to the creek where the kidnapper said she’d be. Picking up clues as I went. My good old sniffer was in perfect working order. Suddenly, I stopped and scanned the scene. Something was wrong here. Very wrong. I sniffed around and found the last piece of evidence I needed. The cigar tip left by the kidnapper.

I knew he and the kid were close. Suddenly, from behind a bush the kidnapper appeared with the kid. The kid looked like no real harm had been done, but was real scared.

I had to act fast. “Q” had equipped my belt buckle with a length of rope, and when engaged would shoot out and fasten itself to any surface. I hit the button, the rope flew out to a high branch of a nearby tree. I swung myself over to the kid, swooped her up in my arms, kicked the kidnapper with my hind feet, and flew off into the woods. I was at a dead run for home with the kid riding on my back. I knew that kick wouldn’t last long.
The kid was awfully upset. I felt I had to do something to quiet her down. We ran into a nearby store and picked up a few things I thought would settle the kid a little. We made it to the doorstep of the worried Mom, and delivered the kid unharmed.

Case closed.