This is the eighth in a series of caches inspired by a walk with my corgi
Today’s adventure wasn’t about chasing squirrels or yelling at mail trucks. No… today was about precision. Focus. Strategy. I wasn’t just walking—I was patrolling.
Something was off. I could feel it in my paws. We were following a well-worn path, one I’ve trotted many times before. But this time, I stopped. Dad didn’t see it, but I felt it—like the ground was holding a secret. Something out of place. Something pretending to belong.
I circled once… twice… gave a good sniff, and then stood perfectly still, staring at what might’ve just been ordinary to most. But not to me. I’ve got corgi instincts, and they don’t lie.
Dad caught on eventually—he always does. He gave that smug little smirk and said, “Not bad.” (Which is basically human for “You’re a genius, tiny loaf.”)
This one's not in plain sight. You’ll need to trust your gut, look close, and question what seems permanent. Something here is just a little too perfect. That’s all I’m sayin’.
Good luck, and remember—stand your ground. 🐾