The Mystery of the Blue Paw

Not too long ago, something very strange was going on...everywhere I went, a sinister blue madman was behind me.  It was a hot, summer night and I began to think, "Who better to find this intruder than the super-snoops, Agnies of Pississi and Bob Barker, Beagle and Basset Extraordinaire.

We began our search in the garden--it was dark and damp and smelled of rotting wood and overly-sweet hibiscus.  The grass had a strange odor...Mr. Lift-a-Leg had already staked out his territory.  Blue Man Beware!

Agnies led the way but our trail turned cold.  Who was this evil that lurked within?  Where was our path leading to?


Suddenly, in the darkness, a wolf-like presence appeared.  She was striking in the moonlight.  A real beauty.  Who's reflection in the cold, dark water was I seeing?  I should bark.  I should bark a lot.  I feel as though I know this girl...

As the evening went on, more and more blue blood appeared.  What was it?  Where did it come from?  Could we be saved?
Was it aliens?  Was Mom planting flowers on the sidewalk?  Was the porch growing some type of blue fungus?  The fear grew to immense proportions...UNTIL

Well, what the heck is that blue stuff on my paw?  Honestly, I have no idea where that came from?  That gallon of paint by the garage?  What gallon of paint?  The blue puddle, by the gallon of paint?  Oh, right...I thought you wanted the lid off being that you humans left it there.  It's a very nice color especially on the black concrete.

Well, such a relief.

Hmm...blue paw...BLUE PAW SHILOHS...where canine genius is born.