Dog Detective Stories Prints

'Where my balls go?'

'I remember when you used to look for answers using your astute powers of deduction.'

"Evidence suggests she was working on the puzzle, got up to make tea, husband enters and puts last piece in..."

"And, when the DNA test results arrived, the woman realized her so-called 'little terrier mix' had been part German shepherd all along."

Barks in code.

Sherlock Holmes selling Sherlock Holmes.

'Hey Harry, you know you've been walking around with a biscuit on your nose for the last two hours?'

'Hello? Missing Persons?'

"Talk, Wallace - where'd you hide the loot?"

'I know he doesn't like this house, but he'll just have to get used to it.'

"Your hunch was right, Officer Garcia. We'll need a good editor to clean up this manuscript and bring his unfinished novel to a satisfying conclusion."

I'm at the shrub with the empty bag of pretzels we sniffed last week. Where are you?

"Elementary, my dear Watson- the cartoonist did it."

Joan Hickson

The Elliot Ness monster.

A Vase has fallen on a cat's head. Are mice to blame?

"I'm not growling, it's my stomach rumbling!"

'You know bank pens never work. Why didn't you write the holdup note before we left?!'

The mysterious Sherlock Holmes - 'Is he wearing his cap backwards or forwards?'

'So who needs sonar?!'

Murder in Apartment 6-K

'If he could trace the matching sock I've another 25 or 30 to account for.'

"Hello? Is that the canine help line?...."

'I'm sure that the autopsy will confirm it was a suicide.'

"At some point, there's only so high you can raise the volume before you admit you're never gonna understand what British detectives are saying."

'Who was the murderer? Well Watson, that's the killer question.'

"That's hardly necessary!"

'The word bath is mentioned.'

Sergeant Jones gave the assurance that they had an 'assortment' of leads back at the station. . .

"Pssst. Fake poop."

"So, just to be clear: the 'voices inside your head' told you to launder the money from forfeited law enforcement seizures in exchange for federal tax breaks for your Uncle Mark in Costa Rica?"

Marriage a la Mode - Death of the Earl.

Unbeknownst to most, dogs are actually greedy bastards searching for gold,