Report to The Agency: M3 and the curious case of the hidden camera

One recent afternoon while patrolling the house, I had the curious sensation of being watched. Beagle secret agents are, of course, carefully trained by The Agency to be hyper-vigilant at all times. Even when it appears we are asleep on the couch with an ear flopped over our eyes we are, in fact, using our special powers to constantly keep track of what’s going on around us.

One recent afternoon while patrolling the house, I had the curious sensation of being watched. Beagle secret agents are, of course, carefully trained by The Agency to be hyper-vigilant at all times. Even when it appears we are asleep on the couch with an ear flopped over our eyes we are, in fact, using our special powers to constantly keep track of what’s going on around us.
The sensation of being watched was most unsettling as neither of the cats were around at the time. The black cat – which I have taken to calling “The Phantom” because she is still hiding out in the basement near the furnace – was, of course not around, and the white one – Mittens, the karate expert who likes to try out his moves on me when my tail is turned, was outside, no doubt planning his next assault on me. My Mistress was busy writing at her table and not paying attention to me.
There could only be one answer.
Well, two.
Either there was a stranger in the house, or I was being somehow watched by the agents of Canine Operators Not Totally Real Or Lovable, or C.O.N.T.R.O.L. I decided to investigate. My trained eyes roamed over the furniture and the bookcases searching for any evidence of electronic video devices, and suddenly I spotted it! There! On the second shelf of the bookcase! A teddy bear cleverly disguised as a listening device and hidden camera! I gasped. Those fiendish agents had invaded the home of my new owners and managed to install their equipment in that innocent stuffed bear!
I moved like lightning! I grabbed the bear from the shelf and immediately managed to disable whatever miniature electronic devices were in it. The stuffing made a bit of a mess, but at least I knew the eyes and nose cameras would never work again. In the middle of my work my adopted mistress came over and took the bear from me, no doubt grateful for my efforts and my vigilance – she looked very concerned for my safety, and could barely manage to contain herself long enough to encourage me to go and lie down and rest after my work.
Take that! C.O.N.T.R.O.L
Another job well done.
Yours truly.
M3
M3
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