#puppy detective

[technically-human]

The infamous puppy debacle of '94

[torisprlng]

DEAD BOY DETECTIVES | THE CASE OF CRYSTAL PALACE

When will I have to hit someone, Charles? I've been dead since 1916.

[snoozeeroo]

i think heiji's nightmare of shinichi in episode 118 being a reoccurring concept would be so funny. heiji & shinichi are a matching set of bad omens 😭

[antichrists-plus1]

I love that when charles invites crystal to stay with them instead of in the comics where edwin is like "ugh this is just like all the other girls you had a crush on" hes like "ugh this is just like that one dog from 1994"

[sunnyaliceart]

❗❗Ghost Trick Spoilers Below❗❗

Cats and Dogs can get along

[Image description: a comic of Ghost Trick characters. Kamila and Lynne watch as Cat Sissel and Missile sit a few feet apart from each other, looking at each other as if just introduced. Kamila says: "Don't worry, he's friendly!" and Lynne replies: "I'm sure, but Missile can be a lot..."

Sissel and Missile nuzzle up against each other, and Missile wags his tail intensely. Kamila gasps and says: "See?! They like each other!" Lynne replies: "Whoa! You're right!"

Missile rolls on his back, and Sissel jumps up in a playful pose. As Kamila smiles, Lynne comments: "You know, with the way they're acting... It's almost like..."

She continues: "They already know each other..." as Missile and Sissel keep playing across several scenes. Sissel lies on top of Missile, then they curl up to sleep together.

Next, Sissel's body loafs while his ghost possesses a baseball, which Missile chases. The last drawing shows Missile in a green bandanna to match Sissel, barking excitedly as Sissel seems to listen. End ID.]

Happy Ghost Swap Week! Another combo of @fyeahghosttrick prompts:

@astrofiish - Missile and Sissel being the best of friends

@caravanlurker - Sissel's first few interactions with a recently reborn Missile in the New Timeline

and an anonymous prompt of Sissel and Missile reuniting in the New Timeline

[tearwolfe]

dog rui belly rubs are all ive been thinking about today..

yeah i can draw that. puppy wuppy

[idontknowwhatimdoing-13]

Unbeknownst to Edwin, the dog from the infamous puppy debacle of ‘94 still inhabits Charles’ backpack. Its name is Sleuth(cause detectives), and it loves running around within all the stuff Charles has put there. It lived a good life via infinite space and Charles dropping dog food and treats into his backpack every once in a while but died of old age sometime around 2011. Now it’s a ghost dog and still extremely happy, and whenever another being, such as Becky in episode 1, goes in the backpack it still keeps them company.

[carebeardean]

opens my heart shaped locket & it’s just pictures of this guy

[landedinpayne]

when you’re in a Giving Heart Eyes competition and your opponent is Charles Rowland

[livefastwritetrash]

I see a lot of speculation that the “Infamous Puppy Debacle of ‘94” was a matter of Edwin getting jealous over Charles’s attention.

Consider instead.

Edwin follows that line up with “the living are MESSY.” So I put it to you.

An alternate perspective on the Infamous Puppy Debacle of ‘94:

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Be Charles Rowland, circa 1994. It’s been 5 years since you’ve had to think about eating or drinking or sleeping or using the restroom or any sort of bodily function really. Your latest client moved on but he left his sweet little golden retriever behind with no one to care for her.

You could care for her.

You always wanted a dog. Dad never had to say no because you had never asked. You never wanted to bring one around knowing they might get hurt. There’s no one to hurt them now.

She comes back to the office. You drag an old sofa in there to give her a bed fit for a queen. You gather up any ball-shaped objects around you aren’t particularly attached to. She’s partial to the tiny black and white football that’s enchanted to always roll back to you. A proper Manchester United fan.

Edwin isn’t happy of course. But then again he rarely is. The dog will be as good for him as she is for you, surely. He could do with someone to care for him with even half of the kindness he shows others. Even if it’s usually through that layer of ice you’ve slowly been chipping away at for want of the friend inside.

Edwin’s budged up nice and cozy with the dog on the couch by that very evening, and you’re feeling quite proud of yourself for your excellent judgement.

An urgent case arises before the sun is up, bothering no one because it’s not like either of you were asleep. If anything it saved you from another devastating loss at the hands of Colonel Mustard in the study with the lead pipe. You tell your new football fan to be a good girl while you’re gone and dip out through the mirror.

It takes longer than expected. Evening is falling again when you and Edwin finally catch your breath in a local park, safe for the moment and free to return to home base. In the whirlwind of the day, you can’t help but feel you've forgotten something…

A jogger runs by with a dog on a leash. Oh.

Another person with a dog pulls up short. They produce a plastic baggy and stoop to collect their pet's leavings. Oh no.

On a bench across the way, a dog owner consoles their bullpup that dinner will be forthcoming as soon as they get home. The stout little monster ignores them, intent on rendering the log in its mouth into a million strips of fiber.

You share a look with Edwin and book it to the nearest mirror.

Being a ghost has its perks. For one, you’ve never been happier to be free of any olfactory senses as you enter the office. There are puddles and plops and any number of messes you try not to look too close at. Edwin’s meticulous case files are in shreds, boxes toppled, tops riddled with tooth marks and slobber.

Your modest but valuable collection of artifacts and other magical ephemera has become a jumbled mass of chew toys on every surface in the room, some being very nearly ingested before rejected.

Perhaps the only edible item in there had been a bag of magic jelly babies, and there were a few piles looking suspiciously sparkly and wet that spoke to where that ended up.

And then there’s your girl, actively tearing into a couch cushion in search of more food as you take in the carnage. She raises her head to greet you, tongue lolling, tail wagging, and she makes an excited dash across the room. Straight for Edwin.

Before you can so much as reach for him, he’s on his back with a wet squelch. She’s ruining his perfect hair and perfect clothes and perfect face with clumsy paws and a drooling a tongue, until he finally remembers he doesn’t have to endure this. He sinks into the floor and out of sight, catching your eye as he does so in a look that could freeze a lesser man’s heart but mostly just makes you feel a little guilty.

In the minutes that follow, you calm her down and dig out a magic can of steak and kidney pudding that had always refilled itself since the days of the Blitz. Not that food was much use to ghosts, but Edwin had been in the midst of a world war fixation ever since he learned there was a second one.

The dog looks so happy as you pour it out on the floor, and you fluff her ears hoping to make her as cute as possible as Edwin’s footsteps echo in the hall.

He enters through the front door this time, still dripping in drool with a rip in the shoulder of his fine jacket and one knee sock scrunched low on his ankle with a few deep runs in the yarn. You think the tousled hair suits him at least, though he doesn’t look in the mood to receive a compliment, so you wisely refrain from making that particular quip.

Instead you kneel down and turn on the charm, tugging those puppy jowls up in a grin to match your own, going for the sympathy plea. But it seems 50-year-old magical steak and kidney pudding didn’t exactly sit well, and she immediately makes the most horrid wrenching noises you’ve ever heard before spewing all over the hardwood. She takes a couple interested sniffs and then goes in for seconds, and honestly yeah, maybe you were a little hasty in thinking you could be a dog guy.

It doesn’t take long to find the client’s adult daughter and anonymously drop off the dog she’s been seeking since it disappeared from her father’s flat overnight. Maybe you’d got a bit ahead of yourself on that count too.

It takes ages to get the office back in shape, and Edwin makes you do most of the scrubbing because it’s “good practice” for interacting with physical objects, but mostly it just makes your hands itch. The case files get severely simplified and moved to a vertical filing system, and you feel a bit bad for it but at least that’s less paperwork for you.

Overall you don’t regret your brief foray into pet ownership, but it’s a relief to know there’s no one relying on you for their every need at all hours of the day. Edwin is attempting to retrieve something from under the couch and holds out a hand, so you cross the room to move a billiards stick about a foot nearer to his reach.

He scoops up whatever it is before you can see, but that probably means it’s none of your business anyway. If he seems a little colder in the days following the dog debacle, you assume it’s lingering annoyance for all the trouble she caused. Fortunately an interesting case sweeps through soon enough, and all is forgiven in the wake of a good mystery.

Edwin has always been the observant one. So it’s no surprise it takes you a few weeks to notice that a new object has taken up a place of honor on his desk. How about that. You look over to where he’s resting on the couch, nose in a book, cushion tucked to his chest with several prominent stitches marring the upholstery. He resolutely does not look back.

You smile to yourself and turn back to the new desk ornament, a familiar articulated wooden hand collected from one case or another awhile back. Only now it’s holding a tiny checkered football marred with punctures by canine teeth.

Huh. Five years in, and you think you know a chap. Maybe that layer of ice didn’t have far to go after all.

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And THAT was the infamous puppy debacle of ‘94.

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[gay-strawberry]

this is how the infamous puppy debacle of '94 looked like

[unpaidnapper]

[snoozeeroo]

quality time 🌟

[t4tadrienette]

I can see him wiggling his tail

[kalopsic-lagomorph]

cane user babygirls with threads

[pisces-swirlix]

please help me find some fanart!!! a while ago i saw a payneland version of that “i’m not calling you good boy” meme

does anyone know who posted it or where i can find it??? this was like weeks ago but i feel like i’m literally seeing it in dreams i’m desperate to find it yet it eludes me