Pack Life

Packs came up, Bernie says. I ran with a pack once. This was before Bernie, before Mesquite Road and the Little Detective Agency, but after the crack house. That was a bad time, my earliest days in a crack house with gangbangers and perps. I didn’t even have a name back then, can you believe it? One day I escaped – that was the first time I discovered the kind of leaper I was. This one huge guy chased me down a dusty alley, waving a machete. I’d felt the flat side of machetes plenty of times. Anyway I got away. A race between me – even back then, not fully grown – and any human isn’t really fair. I got away, yes, but was completely lost right from the get-go on account of I’d never been out of the crack house except to do my business in the awful back yard. Lost, and sniffing around the worst part of town: that was when I met up with the pack. But Bernie’s spinning the dial on the safe right now, meaning some kind of weapon is coming out, and we’re off. 

More on the pack tomorrow. I won’t forget.

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4 Responses to “Pack Life”

  1. jerzegurl
    4:08 am on March 13th, 2009

    I hate people who are cruel to dogs. I take in foster dogs for a rescue organization. I have one pug that lived in a cage in an Amish puppymill for 8 and 1/2 years. She didn't know how to walk up steps or eat out of a bowl.

    I am glad you ran away… and am looking forward to your next adventure..

  2. Diane Brodson
    4:15 am on March 13th, 2009

    Chet – My neighbors, Smokey (black lab) and Nicky (golden retriever) make up a pack of two (which is plenty – right?). Smokey is the best watch dog on the planet. Whenever I go outside, he comes out his dog-door and he barks, and I say "It's OK Smokey." He barks and I say "It's me Smokey". He barks and I say, "Smokey, you're a good dog – the best watch-dog on the planet." And he grins and I go to work. We repeat this when I come home.

    Today, I'm off, and of course the dryer stops working. I get out the 8 foot ladder because the dryer vents 10 feet up the side of the house. Smokey barks, etc. and I talk etc. and Smokey continues to bark. I realize my mistake, take off the bright red hat and Smokey stops barking; he recognizes me. What is it with your tribe and hats and dark glasses? Don't we sound and smell the same when we put on a hat and dark glasses?

  3. ALR
    9:22 am on March 13th, 2009

    Go Chet! You have come a long way. It is a wonder that you were able to overcome such a bad start to become the partner in a great detective agency. Bernie is lucky……and so are you. I like your style!

  4. Benson
    7:48 pm on March 13th, 2009

    Chet, my name is Benson. I’m distantly related to Beejay, the guy who played Inspector Rex – in the original series – which is as close to chasing perps as I’ll ever get. Not too fast myself anymore but, until recently, I could still outdo a lot of younger guys on the agility field. Especially in the tunnels. Love the tunnels. Ever run the tunnels, Chet? Good fun. Anyway, this was going to be about going to the vet and lumps but I’ve just had a big breakfast – kibble with a bit of egg and bacon – so I’m just gonna take a little nap now ….

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