Sunday, March 6, 2011

You Are what You Eat


Hello, I'm Sebastian and I'm taking over this blog.



Don't tell anyone, but I'm also known as Seb Spade, Private Detective. Ignore the elephant - he's part of my cover.



I can be tough when I need to.



I'm on a case for this dame, known on the street as MommyLady.



She wants me to keep an eye on this guy, James Cocker.



His Gangsta name is Fuzzy-Britches.
I've been developing a modus operandi, and I can tell exactly what he's been up to.



When his feet are dirty, he's been digging in the garden - a bathing offense.



When he's had dinner, I can tell what he's eaten.



If his whiskers and ear-tips are red. . .



...it's Italian night.



If his whiskers and ear-tips are brown...



...it's gravy night.



If his whiskers are white...



...he's had ice cream.


If his poop smells funny...



...Mommy boiled chicken livers and added some to his kibbles.



If his breath stinks really bad, he ate at that French place...



...le Cafe du Chat!

A note from MonkeyJohn. I'm holding drawings for free print copies of my novels. Click the Wolfwraith cover at the top right of the blog or go to my web site, http:/www.johnbushore and sign the guest book for a chance to win.

1 comment:

  1. I'm enjoying the adventures of Seb Spade, the Notorious P. U. P.

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