On a Mission
We were playing fetch, me and Bernie, when the DNA results came in, at least I think that’s what happened. Bernie threw a tennis ball way down Mesquite Road and I took off after it. I heard Iggy – back inside now at his window – going yip-yip-yip. The ball was still bouncing when I snared it and then wheeled around and raced back, dropping it at Bernie’s feet. But he was distracted, as humans often are, talking on the cellphone.
Soon we hopped in the car and headed for Addie’s place. She had an apartment downtown, near the college. I love the college kids, have I mentioned that already? They’ve always got time for fun. I snatched a Frisbee right out of midair as I got out of the car. Hadn’t had quite enough fetch, that was the problem.
“Hey, mister, do you think you could get your dog to, uh …”
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