Iggy

Iggy. That was what I meant to post about yesterday. Right now I was lying in a patch of sunshine on the rug and it came to me. Iggy! Iggy’s my best pal. He lives next door, with an old couple called Mr. and Mrs. Parsons. This is on Mesquite Road, in case I didn’t get to that already. The great thing about our houses, mine and Iggy’s, is that they back onto the canyon. No houses in the canyon – “not yet,” Bernie says – it’s open country, steep and rough, the way I like it. All kinds of critters out there, including javelinas. Javelinas smell a bit like bacon, which you may not know, given the tiny size of the human nose. Chasing javelinas – did we have fun or what, me and Iggy? Now I chase them on my own, no Iggy. Why? That’s what this post was supposed to be about, but Bernie and I are out the door. Work comes first. That’s why the Little Detective Agency is what it is.

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