I was born in 1483 beneath the cold towers of Lübeck, the son of a scribe and a sheepdog. From my first sniff, I sensed a calling—not to herd, but to hunt… truth. My nose knew no rest, and neither did I. While other pups chased sticks, I chased lies. By age two, I cracked my first case: a missing meat pie (hidden beneath Father Gregor’s robe). Soon, word spread. Nobles summoned me. Merchants bribed me. Even the local guard bowed when I passed. I wore no badge—only a leather collar etched with the Latin for “Justice.” With every sniff of spilled ink or trace of stolen lace, I brought peace to the cobbled streets. I worked alone, but never lonely, guided by the scent of secrets. They say I was born a dog. I say I was born a detective. Tall glass candle, hand poured in Mexico, design and assembled in the USA. Candle is unscented. German Shepherd, Renaissance-style art prayer candle.