Chet The Dog

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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.

Desert Highways

When we’re on a case we spend lots of time in the Porsche, me and Bernie. Bernie drives, I ride shotgun. This is a real old Porsche, by the way. Sometimes strange noises happen and then Bernie pulls over and gets out the tools. That never ends well. I try not to watch. But the point is while we’re in the car, especially on those long desert stretches, we listen to music. Lots of Billie Holiday – I love when the trumpet comes in. Roy Eldridge, Bernie says. Wow. Does things up and down my spine. Also the Louvin brothers – that brother with the high voice, he gets those spine things going too. What I don’t get is how come Bernie’s a big fan of Bob Dylan. Doesn’t that voice hurt his ears? I’ve done a lot of staring at Bernie’s ears. His nose, of course, like all human noses, is tiny and useless. But human ears, not what you’d call big, aren’t tiny, either. So why don’t they work better? Does Bernie hear much when he’s listening to music? Sometimes I worry.