“Did you see this?” said Suzie. “They cloned Trakr, that hero dog from 9/11. They ended up with five Trakr pups.”
“Yeah?” said Bernie. He was doing something with the check book, never a good sign. “Why won’t these numbers ever come out the same?”
Suzie didn’t seem to hear. “Imagine a whole bunch of Chets,” she said.
The both looked at me. A whole bunch of Chets? What did that mean? Whatever it was, I suddenly found myself walking around in a small circle and then lying down, chin on the floor.
“Maybe for some people,” Bernie said, “but that’s not for us.”
My tail gave a thump, all on its own.
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