“What a nice-looking dog,” said the bearded guy in the art gallery. “Does he like biscuits?”

“He just ate,” Bernie said. 

Somehow I found myself all of a sudden sitting quite close to the bearded guy, a kind of sitting I do with my tail sweeping back and forth on the floor. 

“Is it possible he knows the word biscuit?” said the bearded guy.

Bernie sighed. “Just one,” he said.

The bearded guy opened a drawer, took out a nice big milk bone. Hadn’t had a milk bone in who knows how long.

“Those teeth are quite impressive,” said the bearded guy. “What’s his name?”

“Chet. And I’m Bernie Little.”

“Arnold Fetzer,” said the bearded man. “Interested in art?”

“Don’t know much about art,” Bernie said. “What can you tell us about Portia Peters?”

“Is she a friend of yours?”

“More of an acquaintance.”

“What is it you’d like to know?”

“For one thing – ” Bernie stopped talking, turned to the front window. Outside a nasty-looking dude with a big bald head was driving off in Portia’s red Audi. Don’t take my word for it on the red part.


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3 Responses to “Treat”

  1. Diane Brodson
    1:30 pm on April 26th, 2009

    Arnold Fetzer keeps dog biscuits in a drawer in an art gallery? Hmmm. He must be a good guy.

    Altho…. even perps love dogs.

  2. C. Harris
    1:52 pm on April 26th, 2009

    That was what I was thinking. How many dogs would normally come into an art gallery to warrant the owner having a drawer of milk bones? Unless he had a dog on the premises himself –but surely Chet would have smelled another dog.

    I do love how dogs tend to focus on food…they never seem to be too full to eat one more morsel. Before ATMs, my bank had a drive-in window with a real person who would dispense money and milk bones when she saw a dog in the car. Those days are gone and my dog misses them.

  3. Rebecca Rice
    4:27 am on April 27th, 2009

    You can still get milkbones at the McDonalds drive-up window (I learned that in an unusual evening run there a couple weeks back), and my bank still gives out candy for my kids. I bet there are a few dog-friendly drive-up windows out there. And hey, if the banks get smaller, maybe there will be a return to simpler times.

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