Teeth (1 – From Dog On It)
Bernie smiled. He had lots of different smiles. This particular one I thought of as just showing teeth. I did the same. Bernie has nice teeth for a human, but I’m only being realistic when I say they’re nothing compared to mine. “Good chance we’ll be needing him, Ms. Chambliss. Missing kids – that’s Chet’s specialty.”
She gazed at me. “He looks too aggressive to be around kids.”
Closing my mouth now was the right move. I knew that, of course, but for some reason it didn’t close, maybe even opened wider, plus I started to pant a bit, getting pretty charged up.
“Never aggressive, not inappropriately.” Bernie patted my head. Thump, thump. I calmed down. “Chet is a trained police dog, after all.”
“Graduated first in his class at K-9 school.”
That was stretching it a little, since I hadn’t actually graduated, which is how Bernie and I ended up together, a long story I’ll go into later if I have a chance.
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