Today's field note from Sgt. Puppy and the morning watch at Camp Puppy Haven, Vermont.
A jar of pickles turned up on a porch on Sanborn Hill with no note and no lid ring, just a rubber band. Three households are under suspicion. Nobody is in a hurry to solve it. This is Camp Puppy Haven, Vermont.
It was Thursday, August 27th. It was fifty-four at dawn and seventy-five by afternoon in Camp Puppy Haven. We were working the day watch out of Unattributed Kindness Detail. My partner's The Goose. The boss is Lieutenant Dot. My name's Puppy.
A man came out, looked at the jar, then looked up the road both ways. He didn't need to know who. He wanted to. The dogs already knew. We weren't saying.
Sgt. Puppy's Field Notes are published most weekday mornings.
Read the full series at Camp Puppy Haven.
Standard issue at Camp Puppy Haven: tees, sweatshirts, and hoodies for the humans on morning watch.
