Famous Show Dog "Peg" Missing - Reward Offered for Her Safe Return

Hannah Ellis-Petersen

The world of high-stakes dog shows and glamorous events has been jolted by a distressing incident as the celebrated show dog "Peg" mysteriously disappeared from her luxurious residence. Her distraught owner, Clint Whitlock, has launched an all-out search operation, aided by the community and fellow dog enthusiasts and fans of his show. The disappearance has recently taken an intriguing twist, as Peg was last spotted roaming the city streets in the company of two unfamiliar canine companions.

Peg, an exquisite example of her breed, with a striking coat and a resume brimming with awards and the wealth that comes with such awards, vanished only three days ago, leaving her owner and admirers heartbroken. The community board that was once flooded with images of Peg's wins and graceful poses are now filled with pleas to bring her back home safely.

Despite the high-profile nature of her disappearance, what truly perplexes both her owner and local residents is the presence of those very other dogs alongside Peg. Eyewitnesses recounted seeing the trio trotting down several streets around sundown, exuding an air of camaraderie that seemed unusual for dogs unaccompanied by their human companions. Descriptions of the accompanying dogs, identified as a mutt and a mutt, have been circulating widely in the hope of obtaining crucial information about their origin.

In an effort to expedite Peg's return, Clint Whitlock has offered a substantial reward to anyone who can provide information leading to the recovery of the beloved show dog. The response from the community has been overwhelmingly positive, with local residents and animal lovers collaborating to aid in the search. Public platforms have been flooded with posts featuring depictions of Peg's image, amplifying the desperate need as a symbol of collective hope.

Animal shelters and rescue organizations have joined the search, working hand in hand with Clint Whitlock to follow up on tips and leads. The united front presented by these groups demonstrates the deep-rooted connection between humans and animals and how their well-being transcends boundaries.

Peg's mysterious disappearance casts a spotlight on the significance of marking pets properly and being vigilant about their whereabouts, regardless of their stature or prominence. The incident has ignited discussions about responsible pet ownership, the bond between humans and animals, and the unexpected twists that life can bring.

As the quest to locate Peg gains momentum, the community's optimism remains unshaken. The bond shared between a pet and their owner, and the love and support of an entire community, can often weave together a narrative of triumph amidst adversity. Any individual with information regarding Peg's whereabouts is urged to contact Clint Whitlock promptly.

In a world where poverty is rampant and dogs are over bred to the point of killing one another, it would be nice to think that the dog currently recounting this article had the ability to read.

"...and that was it."

A long and almost disappointed sigh escaped him as he stared ahead at nothing in particular. The last of his words were especially marked by a quieter and more forlorn tone. He wasn't sure why he bothered though, it was all in the past. There was nothing that could be done to remove the period from it's assigned sentence.

"That was it," he repeated. "I spent a long time after that searching, but it seemed completely useless in the end. She was determined to never be found and so she left no conceivable trace. All that I could gather was that she'd left with a few of her cohorts. My Master eventually lost his nerve and abandoned the business, time went by and well here we are now. You know I got blamed by a few of her friends for all that, they said I killed her passion, but that's not really something I could believe. You see, just the day before, I..." he trailed off and looked at his sleeping audience. "Oh, yes I suppose it's not the most child-friendly of tales."

His mind immediately went to cleaning up, but came short of putting into action the task of fulfilling the idea when the lock in the door turned and the door itself swung open. Emerging into the dim house were two simple silhouettes. One donned a hat, the neatest in his possession, using it to compliment his brown coat and gray slacks. The other had the traditional build of a middle-aged dog, except for the fact that she was wrapped by the warm embrace of a winter sweater, stubbornly ignoring the hot realities of summer.

"Exactly as expected," Clint said while hanging his hat and his coat. "Can never leave this place for more than ten minutes without coming back to a mess like this. Weren't you suppose to be watching them boy?" he looked at his dog pointedly.

An apologetic whine was all that he received in response.

"Jokes boy, just jokes. I know that nobody, let alone you, could possibly deal with the three of them," he crouched down to scratch the dog behind his ear and they both watched as the mother of the sleeping audience approached her puppies. "Except for her maybe, but it does look like you handled the brunt of it in any case. Wish they were as well behaved as their mother, she's all sorts of pleasant to just take out on a walk, we'll see about bringing you along next time huh?"

Another whine, this one softer and more invested.

"Right. Well this mess ain't gonna clean itself, I best be finding that broom, get to cleaning up and then get to sleeping. Those mines aren't getting mined if I don't get my beauty sleep in."

Clint stood up and walked off, leaving him alone with his thoughts once more. He hadn't expected to feel so moved by a simple recounting and yet there he was, paralyzed by the little details and the particulars, the voices and the howls. Nothing much could break him out of his stupor, not the sweeping of the broom or the goodnight from his Master. He thought of the characters that he had developed and the way that their arcs ended in mostly unsatisfactory ways. Oh well, children never had a deep appreciation for such things.

"You've really done me one hell of a favor, I can't even begin to describe how relieving it was to get away from their antics for a while."

"It's no problem Lisa."

She was ultimately the element able to free him and how appropriate that she was. In a world where air, fire, water and earth clashed with one another in a war of dominance and territory, Lisa simply existed. Existed with what she had and with what she could. He had never once seen her in a bad mood and she was never anything but grateful to him even in the few moments when he had turned up his nose given her less than wealthy upbringing.

"You know, it's really hard to thank you properly when I don't even know your name, Mister..."

An expectant look crossed her face and he found himself smirking impassively.

"Nice try. But don't push it."

Lisa shrugged uselessly, "Always worth a try I suppose. Who needs a name anyways?"

"It's not that I don't enjoy the pleasure of having somebody call out to me, in a way that could only be meant for me, nor is it the fact that you and I are not all that well acquainted. Really, it's more a matter of not bothering with identity, not even my Master has ever bothered handing me a name before."

"Is that so?" her eyebrows shot up in surprise. "And would you ever be opposed to being given a name by some kind belligerent?"

"No, I suppose not. But who-"

"Judas. You look like a Judas."

"I appreciate the effort, but really-"

"Or no. You strike me as more of a Peter."

"It's truly not necessary, like I said I've lived without-"

"What about David actually. That's a good name if I've ever heard one."

What was the aching in his heart for? Why did it hurt so? Why did it pull and push at him simultaneously and make him feel as though he would soon double over? Sensations had always been something he'd hated. If they felt good then, well, too much of a good thing is a bad thing. And if they felt plain bad then that's just what they were. But this new sensation spreading throughout him was something in-between, something that he could never say that he had ever quite felt before and it only grew stronger the longer Lisa spoke.

"Phillip, Russ, Jean?"

A kick in the gut, perhaps that was what it was. It would certainly add up given the way he had an unmitigated desire to keel over.

"Craig, John, Edward?"

He felt it building to his eyes and turned away while shutting the, not wanting vulnerability or sadness to mock and ruin the strong front that he always deigned necessary to hold up.

"Leon?"

It was soon to be over, all that he had ever worked for. All that he had ever strived for was soon to be washed away, cleansed for good once and for all. If he was lucky, there would be some sort of martyrdom left behind.

"What about...Harvey?"

One of his eyes cracked open, "Harvey?"

"Yeah," Lisa was struck by a sudden shyness that neither of them had believed possible. Her gaze fell to the ground and her paws shuffled gently on the carpet. "Do you like it?"

"I-I," the words caught in his throat and he again shut his eye. Thoughts flew by him, set both in the past and the present and for just a moment he believed in them, believed that he was bound by their chains, that there was no more moving forward for him. For just a moment. "I love it."

"Oh! That's...that's great to hear!" she quickly beckoned him to follow her and he did so unconsciously. "I think that now is a pretty appropriate time to be properly acquainted with one another. My name is Lisa."

He took a deep breath, convincing himself of the fact that he could indeed do what needed to be done, "A pleasure to meet you Lisa. I'm Harvey."

"The pleasure is all mine Harvey. Did you want to sit by the fireplace with me?"

"Of course."

They laid down together and basked in the warmth of a slowly cracking fire. Silence surrounded them and yet that did nothing to upset the moment. If anything, it added to the atmosphere, gave life to what was a new life and impassioned that which had already been there.

"I really meant what I said," Lisa spoke slowly into the fire. "I don't know what I would have done if you didn't drag me in here."

"It's no problem," Harvey insisted.

"But it is," she pushed back, "and I know you hate hearing someone thank you and all that, but I'd hate myself more if you didn't accept my thanks. You're too hard on yourself, really you are. I don't care about whoever you've wronged in the past because the point is that you've done nothing to wrong me. I haven't met a single anybody in life that would have given me five minutes of their time. You've given me and three rascals a whole house to stay under. So... thank you."

There were usually so many words on his tongue. So much that he could say that had to be said, but for once, he held it. Preferring to let the silence answer for him, he looked her in the eyes and laid a paw over her own, a gesture which she smiled at, lowering her head in sync with his.

"So," softness punctuated her last words. "Are you going to tell me the same story you were telling them."

"No," he breathed out slowly. "No, I don't think I will."

"Hey now," Peg warned gently upon noticing the way that her young seemed poised to flee in any random direction. "Stay with mama okay?"

She yapped softly in acknowledgement and sidled up to her side. After burying her face into soft fur for a brief moment, she pulled back and looked up at Peg, head tilting at the streak of tears running from her eyes.

"If you could talk, you'd probably be asking why your mama is crying huh?" she caught herself mid sob, only breaking her gaze from Dizzy for a brief moment. "Well that's cause mama has to do something that she doesn't want to do, but has to do."

Dizzy could not do much but sit there under a storm of tears and heavy breathing. It unsettled her.

"Daddy's not even here to tell you to go off and annoy your uncles," Peg continued with a wistful smile, attempting to lighten the atmosphere despite her tears. She gently blinked past the tears in her eyes with the back of her paw and let out a shaky sigh. "See here, my little one, life sometimes throws us into situations where we have to make tough decisions. It's not always easy, but it's a part of growing up and that's just something that you'll have to learn one day."

Dizzy nuzzled closer to Peg, sensing her distress and offering comfort in her own way. Peg chuckled bitterly, grateful for the warmth and understanding her young one provided.

"Sorry," she mused once more. "Let's just cut to the chase."

Hush-a-bye you sweet little baby and don't you cry any more.

Daddy has gone to his stockbroker's office a keepin' the wolf from the door.

Nursie will raise the window shade high,

So you can see the cars whizzing by.

Home in a hurry each daddy must fly

To a baby like you.

Hush-a-bye you sweet little baby and close those pretty blue eyes.

Mother has gone to her weekly bridge party to get her wee baby the prize.

Nursie will turn the radio on

So you can hear a sleepy-time song,

Sung by a lady whose poor heart must long

For a baby like you.

Peg put her mouth next to her now sleeping child and whispered in a barely contained voice, "Don't ever let 'em tell you who to be."