Cody, the Saint Bernard, was a sight to behold. A mountain of fur and slobber, he was the epitome of cheerful, playful, and curious. He was also the life of the party, which was ironic considering he was a dog. But then again, this was no ordinary party. This was the annual gala of the city’s elite, where the champagne flowed like water and the hors d’oeuvres were more expensive than most people’s monthly rent.

Cody was there as the plus one of his owner, the eccentric billionaire, Mr. Harrison. Now, Mr. Harrison was a character in his own right. He was known for his flamboyant lifestyle, his love for animals, and his penchant for throwing the most extravagant parties. But this year, he had outdone himself. He had brought Cody.

The guests were initially taken aback by the sight of a Saint Bernard mingling among them. But Cody, with his wagging tail and playful antics, soon won them over. He was a hit, the talk of the party. He was also the perfect distraction.

You see, while everyone was busy petting Cody and laughing at his antics, they failed to notice the subtle changes around them. The lights dimmed just a bit, the music became a tad louder, and the security guards seemed a bit more on edge. And then, there was the matter of the missing diamond necklace.

Mrs. Van Der Woodsen, the city’s grand dame, was known for her exquisite jewelry collection. And tonight, she had chosen to wear her most prized possession, a diamond necklace worth millions. But halfway through the party, she realized it was missing. The necklace had disappeared, and so had the cheerful mood of the party.

The security was alerted, the guests were questioned, but no one had seen anything. Well, almost no one. Cody, with his keen sense of smell and curiosity, had noticed something. He had seen a man, a stranger, lurking in the shadows. He had smelled the fear and guilt on him. And he had seen him slip something shiny into his pocket.

Cody, being the playful dog he was, decided to investigate. He followed the man, wagging his tail and barking playfully. The man, thinking Cody wanted to play, threw him a ball. Cody fetched it, but not before he had managed to snatch the shiny object from the man’s pocket.

With the stolen necklace in his mouth, Cody bounded back to the party. He ran up to Mrs. Van Der Woodsen and dropped the necklace at her feet. The guests gasped, the security guards rushed forward, and the man in the shadows tried to escape. But it was too late. The thief was caught, the necklace was recovered, and Cody was hailed as the hero of the night.

But amidst the cheers and applause, Cody just wagged his tail and looked up at his owner. Mr. Harrison, with a twinkle in his eye and a smirk on his face, patted Cody on the head. “Good boy, Cody,” he said, “You really know how to liven up a party.”

And so, the party continued, the guests returned to their champagne and hors d’oeuvres, and Cody went back to being the cheerful, playful, curious Saint Bernard. But every now and then, he would look up at his owner and wag his tail, as if sharing a secret joke. After all, who would have thought that the life of the party would also be the one to save it?