Blue is acting strange today.

She keeps trotting around the house with that mischievous sparkle in her eyes — tail wagging, head tilting, as if she’s waiting for Steve to notice something.

Steve finally stops mid-step, eyebrows knitting. “Blue… what are you up to?”

Blue barks once — bright and excited — then drops a small folded note at Steve’s feet before scampering away.

Steve picks it up carefully. “It’s… blank?”

He turns it over, frowning. “I think it’s a clue. But there’s nothing on it.”

You peek over his shoulder, biting back a smile. “Invisible ink maybe? Lemon juice, heat… something like that.”

Steve lights up. “A-ha! Let’s try the lamp!”

You both hover over the desk lamp like two detectives in a cartoon. Slowly, faint writing begins to appear.

Steve’s jaw drops.

“Oh my gosh… Blue is communicating with notes now. This is amazing.”

You laugh softly. “What does it say?”

He reads aloud:

“Look where you keep things safe.”

The two of you exchange a look.

“The mailbox?” “Blue’s toy chest?” “Your sock drawer?” “Hey—! Why would she mean my sock drawer?” Steve sputters.

You shrug, teasing. “I don’t know, maybe Blue knows something embarrassing.”

He narrows his eyes playfully. “Very funny. Come on, let’s check the mailbox.”