Detective Macca

Martha's Mistake (Part 1)

Martha pants softly. She follows my finger with her eyes, never breaking contract. This is working perfectly.

After the demo incident, I decided that Martha is most definitely smart enough to help us with our mysteries. I've been training her all day, and she has performed exceptionally well.

"Good girl!" I praised. "Now, I've got one last thing I want you to learn..."

I stole one of George's biscuits earlier just to help Martha practice this crucial skill. I held his sacred cookie up to her nose, where she ran to him immediately.

"Martha, you're a genius!" I exclaimed. She licked my face repeatedly as I grab yet another treat. I've probably given her far too many today, but I can't help it. I had to show her just how proud I was.

John: What in blazes are you doing, Macca?

Paul: Training Martha to be our little police dog! She's been superb all day. I must have given her like five treats in the span of an hour.

John: *mumbles* Sometimes I think you love that dog more than me...

Paul: You'wha?

John: Oh, um, never mind. Anyway, what did she do that was so out of this world?

Paul: She traced the biscuit back to George.

John: Oh, so now she can do that?! She didn't even budge when I tried to get her to locate the cornflakes!

Paul: And do you remember what I said back there? She only takes commands from me. Not to mention, I don't think she would have gotten far since you ate them all yourself...

John: Mystery spoiler.

Ringo: *enters the room with George* What's going on?

Paul: Martha is ready to be one of us now! I just need to get her a gear costume and then we'll be the perfect team!

George: Why does she need a costume?

Paul: Because she'll look so cute!!

George: Eh, whatever makes you happy, I guess.

Paul: We should do something special for her! Let's take her to the dog park. She should probably burn off all of those treats I gave her anyway...

At the dog park...

Strangely, there weren't many people joining us. One other small dog was off drinking some water, but aside from that, Martha had the entire field to herself.

She practically dragged me to the opening gate, her eyes admiring the open land that was practically all hers.

Paul: *giggles* Alright, silly girl. Off you go!

Martha happily frolicked around in the grasslands, jumping around and playing to her heart's content. I grabbed a ball from a bag of toys and right away her eyes were glued to it.

Paul: Ready, girl? *throws the ball* Go and get it!

She's so fast. She brought it back in an instant.