Chet The Dog

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Bull

We were going to get back to the Astrid case today – Spence said something about a flow chart that’s going to save our bacon, although no bacon has appeared yet and I’ve been watching for it non-stop – but Bernie’s too upset about some bull fight in Spain. I’m not sure what bullfighting is but Bernie hates it.

“I feel bad this bull jumped into the stands and hurt people,” he says, “but why expect that tormenting animals is going to lead to anything good? And that’s what bullfighting is, pure and simple. All that Hemingway stuff is bunk.”

Hey! I remember Waldo Hemingway, a perp we collared not too long ago. Not actually by the collar – more by the pant leg, in fact. Waldo was one of those humans who’s afraid of my kind. He went quietly, except for a few screams. He’d been eating a chicken salad sandwich at the time. I finished it. Why not? But what he had to do with bullfighting is a mystery.

Down Mexico Way

Once we went down to Mexico on a case, me and Bernie. It was all about stolen tequila but then it got way more complicated – don’t ask me to explain. All that dust and heat – loved Mexico! The humans down there speak another language so they can’t communicate too well with the humans from up here. In our world – the nation within the nation, as Bernie says – we don’t have problems like that. I could communicate with my kind across the border no problem. In fact there was this one she-barker behind this warehouse we were staking out – maybe a story for another time.

The only bad thing – besides getting shot at a few times, but that turned out all right – was when we tailed this dude who tried to get away by hiding in the crowd at a bull fight. Ever seen a bull fight? Sometimes Bernie’s face gets hard and still. That’s when he’s at his angriest. I’ve never seen him angrier than at the bull fight.