You ignore the look people are giving you and call for the bartender. "Mmmm!!! Cup of beer and water in a bowl please!!!" I yell. The bartender slowly does as I ask. He puts the two items in front of me. I grab the cup of beer and immediately chug it down, and then lap up the water out of the bowl. The chourus of "Who let the dogs out" comes on again. "BARK, BARK, BARK, BARK!" You bark along with the end. Looking around you see people gaping at you. "What!?" You yell. "Girl can't get into the song?"
You shake your head and go back to your drinks. The song starts again, pumping into your ears. You finish your drink and go back to dancing wildly, not a care in the world. In fact, you did your job. You investigated the pet shop, and clearly its just a pet shop. Not only that but it's your favorite pet shop. You'll have to remember to go visit John tomorrow and tell him that an awesome K-9 detective investigated him and he is lucky she didn't find anything. You nod confidently, ignorant of how you just referred to yourself as a K-9. The song plays on and your dancing gets wilder and wilder.