Hiya friends, you've caught us today on a not so sunny day, for it's raining here in Flugerville.

The wind is howling, the clouds are thundering, and the rain has been coming down for hours.

That's right, Snoop. It's been raining all day. I love rain, but the schlubs don't seem to share the same opinion. They won't

even let us go outside to run up and down Bark Street. Well, they don't want us to get all wet and

dirty, which I personally agree with. Looks like we are stuck inside for the day and won't have a chance

to investigate any cases out in the neighbourhood.

Oh, I hate being stuck inside. It's so boring. What are we supposed to do?

A rainy day is a perfect opportunity to catch up on other activities.

Oh yeah? Like what?

Well, for me, I personally like to cuddle up in my dog bed

with a cozy blanket, some warm dog treats and a nice long mystery novel, particularly one by

Dame Agatha Christie. The sounds of the rain drops on the roof really give me a feeling of

Hooga. Hooga, Hula hoop? No, not hula hoop me a feeling of Huga. Huga? Hula hoop?

No, not Hula hoop. Hupa. What does that mean?

Huga is a state of being. It's coziness. It's comfort. It's a state of contentment and well-being.

I learned about it when I traveled to Copenhagen to investigate the case of the stolen Danish.

Where's Copenhagen?

That's the capital city of the country of Denmark in Europe. You should go sometime. It's quite majestic.

Okay, I will. So, what do you want to do today? Hmm, didn't I just say, Hooga, Sniffy, Hugo?

All right, I'll Huga. You can't, Huga, you just are. That incessant squeaky sound is not

Huga. I think I'm getting it now. Annoying sounds like that squeaking aren't Huga.

I think you're catching on.

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