Mr. Fox appeared to have gone into his little hidey hole. No worries, as we just so happened to have earth dog extraordinaire, Agatha, along for the ride.
I was starting to worry about about Cinnamon's mental health as she appeared, shall we say, a bit intense over the whole state of affairs.
In fact, one could go so far as to say she had developed an unhealthy obsession with the capture of the fox who near as I could tell was kind of minding his own business at the Susie bar before Miss Cinnamon's....er.... incident.
Miss Agatha dug as only a terrier can, but came up short. All she could find was this crumpled piece of paper coated in eau de fox.
Can you read it? "Having fun with cracker dog Nutmeg?"
What does it mean? Who is Nutmeg? And what is that oddly familiar symbol on the bottom?
Well, no worries here. I considered the whole thing a grand adventure and once Cinnamon got her eyes back in her head, so did she.
Agatha took the subway home. Chrome dropped Cinnamon and my large and really needing a nap like I mean it self at the Mango estate.
Whereupon, we collapsed into a contented heap to recover.
Chrome seemed kind of tired so I called Dennis to fly him home, along with Cinnamon, on his private jet. Always a nice ride. Looks like Cinnamon had a little something for Chrome in her shopping bags.
The Mango had the best time ever, yuh... dancing, almost eating, and an exciting trip through the countryside. I will miss little Cinnamon for sure.
And what of that mysterious note? Could it be that some doggie played a trick on the Mango?
I find that hard to believe, but one can never be too sure...