B R Snow [Snow - The Case of the Natty Newfie

A Thousand Islands Doggy Inn Mystery

B.R. Snow

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Copyright 2017 B.R. Snow

ISBN: 978-1-942691-38-9

Website: www.brsnow.net/

Twitter: @BernSnow

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Cover Design: Reggie Cullen

Cover Photo: James R. Miller

Other Books by B.R. Snow

The Thousand Islands Doggy Inn Mysteries

• The Case of the Abandoned Aussie
• The Case of the Brokenhearted Bulldog
• The Case of the Caged Cockers
• The Case of the Dapper Dandie Dinmont
• The Case of the Eccentric Elkhound
• The Case of the Faithful Frenchie
• The Case of the Graceful Goldens
• The Case of the Hurricane Hounds
• The Case of the Itinerant Ibizan
• The Case of the Jaded Jack Russell
• The Case of the Klutzy King Charles
• The Case of the Lovable Labs
• The Case of the Mellow Maltese

The Whiskey Run Chronicles

• Episode 1 The Dry Season Approaches
• Episode 2 Friends and Enemies
• Episode 3 Let the Games Begin
• Episode 4 Enter the Revenuer
• Episode 5 A Changing Landscape
• Episode 6 Entrepreneurial Spirits
• Episode 7 All Hands On Deck
• The Whiskey Run Chronicles The Complete Volume 1

The Damaged Posse

• American Midnight
• Larrikin Gene
• Sneaker World
• Summerman
• The Duplicates

Other Books

• Divorce Hotel
• Either Ore

The Immigration agent handed our passports to me through the window then glanced into the back seat where Chef Claire was surrounded by four dogs who were all eager to introduce themselves. Chef Claire lowered the window, and the dogs clamored over her and surged forward to greet him. Captain, Josies massive Newfie, beat the others to the punch and stuck his head through the window to say hello the laughing man.

And how about you? the agent said to Captain. Wheres your passport?

Captain woofed once, and his tail smacked Chef Claire in the face twice, once in each direction, before she was able to get a hand up to defend herself.

Hey, Chef Claire said, grudgingly giving up room in the back seat. Im sitting here.

The agent rubbed Captains head then made time for my Australian Shepherd, Chloe, and Chef Claires Goldens, Al and Dente. Then he refocused on me behind the wheel.

Thats a good-looking bunch of dogs youve got there, he said.

Thanks, I said. We like to think so.

Ill just need to see their papers, the agent said.

Josie leaned over from the passenger seat and handed them to him. He flipped through the documents and handed them back through the window.

Hey, now I recognize you folks, he said, nodding. You run the Doggy Inn over in Clay Bay.

Guilty as charged, I said, smiling at him.

And you have that restaurant with the amazing chef, right?

Arent you sweet, Chef Claire said.

Thats the amazing one in the backseat, I said.

My wife and I had dinner there just last week. It was incredible, he said, poking his head through the window to speak to Chef Claire. We both had a pasta dish. Pesto with chicken.

Good call, Josie said, nodding.

Was that a bit of bacon I tasted in the pesto? he said.

Actually, it was Jamon Iberico de Bellota ham, Chef Claire said.

Whats the difference? he said, frowning.

About sixty bucks a pound, Chef Claire said, laughing. Then she focused on Josie. And last night I just happened to notice that a huge chunk of it is missing.

We probably have mice, Josie said, glancing over her shoulder.

Whats the purpose of your trip to Canada today?

We have a meeting in Ottawa, I said.

A photo shoot, Josie said. Actually, its the dogs photo shoot.

I see, he said, reaching through the back window again to pet both Goldens. Famous dogs, huh?

Not yet, I said, laughing. Were getting ready to launch our new dog toy company, and were going to use the dogs in some of the marketing materials. That is if we can get them to sit still long enough.

Dog toy company? he said, nodding. Nice. Okay, you better get going then. I wouldnt want to make them late for their closeup. Drive safe and take good care of these guys.

Will do. Thanks.

He stepped back from the car, gave me a quick wave and focused on the car behind us. I raised the window and slowly accelerated. Captain and Chloe clamored over the seat and stretched out in the back of the SUV. Al and Dente remained in the back seat draped across Chef Claires lap. A few minutes later, it started snowing, and I glanced over at Josie.

Do you see that? I said, nodding at the windshield.

Im sure its just a flurry, Josie said. Its too early in the season for it to stick, right?

Yeah, Im sure it is, I said, frowning. Dont you think?

Probably, she said, glancing out the window at the snow that was beginning to fall harder.

Oh, I forgot to tell you, Chef Claire said. I talked with your mom last night, and she wants to go over the menu for Thanksgiving dinner. I thought wed just do it during family dinner night on Monday.

That works, I said, glancing at her through the rearview mirror. Does she have a number yet?