Chet The Dog

Doga?

Before anyone could move, there was another knock on the door. The blond woman backed up behind Bernie, lowering the tiny gun to her side. “Answer it,” she said. “Nothing crazy.”

I already knew who it was, from the smell. Bernie opened the door and there was Leda. Has she been on the blog yet? Leda’s Bernie’s ex-wife. Now she lives with Malcolm, who has long skinny feet and long skinny toes, and with Charlie, too, of course. Charlie’s Bernie’s kid. We miss him a lot. 

Leda has sharp eyes. They fastened on the blond woman. “I see you’re occupied,” she said to Bernie.

“It’s not what you think,” Bernie said.

Leda shrugged. “It’s your life,” she said. “I’m here to borrow Chet.”

“Excuse me?” 

“I need a dog for doga.”

“Doga?”

“Yoga for dogs. It’s the latest. We’re trying it in yoga class this morning. They’ve got these stretches for dogs.”

“You’re going to teach Chet how to stretch?” Bernie said.

Leda’s eyes narrowed. “Attitude and sarcasm – you’ll never change.”

This was getting complicated, but teach me how to stretch? I didn’t get that. I’m a great stretcher. For example, there’s the one with my butt way up in the air and my front legs out in front of me, head up. That’s a good one. I did it on the spot. It felt great!

Tags: doga, Leda, stretching

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