Evidence

Look at him....

The eyes that see right into your soul...

That nose that greets your leg with a cold wet kiss...

He's darling... so very, very precious.

Just look at him...


A joy to be around.


A longing fulfilled.


A puppy for children who had none.

Look at him...


He's happiness rolled up into a furry ball.


He's bliss, elation, and unconditional love all mashed together for public consumption.


You should be so lucky to be around this.












But wait....












What?....












What is this?.....

Is that what I think it is?






Surely not!






 It couldn't possibly be the powdered sugar from the donuts we ate this morning?








I know big boy left his donut on the kitchen island.  It's gone now.








But, how could it have gotten here - in the living room tucked beside the couch?






We have a mystery and I just found some evidence.




Oh yes!  I've got it now!




Elementary my dear Watson, I know who the culprit is!!!




He's as guilty as can be...

Just look at him...