Third Mention of the Teitelbaum Divorce
But not to Peanut. She just kept walking, at the same time doing that head-turning thing, and here came that trunk again, lashing in my direction. Not this time, baby. I darted out of the way, then darted back, getting out in front of her again, and barking short and snappy. This was herding, something I just knew how to do, hard to explain. My job now was to get Peanut turned around, away from the road and headed the other way. This was a point Peanut didn’t seem to be getting, because she showed no sign of turning around, just kept coming in that lumbering walk that made the ground tremble under my paws and that was starting to irritate me, I admit it. Was it possible she didn’t know how to be herded? That was going to make my job harder, no doubt about it.
But I’d done hard jobs before, including hard herding jobs. My mind returned to the Teitelbaum divorce, not the excellent kosher chicken at the celebration dinner, but before that, when I’d actually had to herd Mr. Teitelbaum and a bunch of his angry supporters back into the steam bath. If I could do that, then was there any reason to doubt that –
From To Fetch A Thief.
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