Ridiculously Early Sneak Peek: The Dog Who Knew Too Much
Bernie took out his cell phone, called Suzie for the zillionth time, and that didn’t include the zillion times of not getting a signal. “Suzie? Suzie? If you’re there, pick up. Are you there? Suzie? Suzie?” He clicked off, looked at me. “How the hell did I forget she was coming up here? Took me by surprise. If I’d been prepared, I could have … “ He didn’t tell me what he could have done, but he didn’t have to because I knew it would have been perfect. So maybe he didn’t have to tell Suzie, because she too would just know? A confusing thought, and not my usual kind at all. It slipped away, and I licked the last bit of kibble dust from the bottom of my bowl. Since licking was on my mind, I licked all around my mouth, and then the tip of my nose. Why not? It was something I could do, so I did. Once this perp named Walter “Honey” Potts bet Bernie a C-note that he could touch his nose with the tip of his tongue. Bernie took the bet – “No human can do that,” he said. But maybe Honey Potts wasn’t human – although he smelled, very powerfully, of human – because it turned out he could do it no problem. “Double or nothing?” he said. He was still laughing when we turned him over to Central Booking.
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