The Shaggy Sleuths
The truth is always right under their nose
“(Sigh)... this is lookin' like a Buster job.”
“Buster job, eh?”
“Yeah, Buster McLongley, muscle for the McLongley gang.”
“McLongley’s, eh? Ok, who is he?”
“He’s a boxer.”
“A boxer, eh? Is he a boxer… or a boxer?” (Imitates throwing paws)
“Both. Damn good one too. You wouldn’t wanna go up against him in the ring.”
“Poppycock! I could show him a thing or two… hyah.. huh”
“Not this one. His right hook is known as a one-way ticket to the morgue.”
“One-way ticket, eh?”
“WILL YOU SHUTUP ABOUT ‘EH’!”
“Sorry..., So... where do we find this guy anyway?”
"Well..."
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L.Clabrough
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Haha, this is so cute! I love the concept; dogs must have the most bizarre conversations. Always a fun challenge to write in only dialogue! Is this a series yet?