Chetspeak on Sunday
“Nothing to worry about.”
Total agreement on my part. By this time I could feel approaching footsteps under my paws, and also heard a boy say, “This rise?” and a man answer, “The next one. Almost there.” I glanced at Bernie and Anya: no reaction. Then I looked back at the trailhead benches: no reaction there, either. The bug woman was spraying herself again. The rest of them seemed bored. The human ear is a funny little thing – sometimes not so little: one of the dudes at the trailhead had the real big stickout kind – but what were they for, exactly? I lay down and waited. My ear to the ground, of course, hearing lots of thump thump thump, heavy-footed sounds of humans when they’re tired. I took a nice stretch, getting my front paws way out front. Hey! That thing where they start vibrating happened. So weird. I tried to make it keep happening, too late remembering that that always stops it, which is what went down. Sometimes not trying is the way to go, Bernie says. He calls that the Zen way, why I’m not sure. We took down an identity thief – no clue what that was about – name of Howard Zen sometime back, but he tried – tried real hard, in fact, all grunting and pouring sweat, especially when I had him by the pant leg, which was how we always knew the case was closed, me and Bernie.
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