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Chetspeak on Sunday

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December 3rd, 2017 Posted 7:41 am

We’ve been doing beginnings. Here’s the start of THE IGGY CHRONICLES, VOLUME ONE, the second C&B short story.

 

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Chetspeak on Sunday

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April 16th, 2017 Posted 8:07 am

Iggy escaped? At last! Another breeze sprang up, much stronger than the one that was ruffling Mr. Parsons’s hair, and coming from the other direction, meaning behind me. Kind of strange, the inside of our house on Mesquite Road not usually being a windy place. I sat down to think about it and the wind died down just like that. A puzzling moment, but not important in the grand scheme, whatever that might mean. The important thing was Iggy, on the loose. Iggy’s my best pal: the fun we’ve shared! I can hardly remember. But all that was way back when, before the electric fence dude came around and made a sale to Mr. and Mrs. Parsons. Then came a mixed-up time where they couldn’t get it working right even though Bernie went over and straightened everything out more than once, and after that you never saw Iggy outside anymore, only spotted him at the window in their front hall, peering out. His constant high-pitched yip-yip-yip; his stubby sideways tail wag whenever he saw me, the fastest wag I knew, just a blur; and somehow Iggy could keep drooling at the same time! Did I miss him or what? So this was great news, unless I wasn’t getting something.

– from THE IGGY CHRONICLES, VOL. 1 (one of the 4 C&B e-shorts).

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Chetspeak on Sunday

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February 26th, 2017 Posted 8:41 am

Everyone looked at Iggy under the table. He happened to be curled up, giving himself a good lick between his hind legs, one of his favorite pastimes.

“The hero of the piece,” Captain Stine said.

Whoa! I sidled over to the table, slid down under, and gave the hero of the piece a nip on the ear. And would you believe it? He nipped me back. So what could I do but renip? At which point, Iggy noticed that the back door was open. He bolted. I bolted after him. We ran around to the side of the house, knocked over the trash can, fought over the pizza remains, and took off into the warm night, ears flat back from a wind of our own making.

– from THE IGGY CHRONICLES, VOL. 1 – the 2nd C&B e-short. 

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Chetspeak on Sunday

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October 23rd, 2016 Posted 8:05 am

Bernie, my partner in the Little Detective Agency, was here all right, but hadn’t yet made an appearance. His snoring, coming from the bedroom down the hall, made a lovely sound, actually musical to my way of thinking. We’d had a late night down at Central Booking, trying to hand over a perp we’d busted, name of Truffles Siminoni, whose MO was all about boosting fancy food from high-end restaurant kitchens. We had lots of pals at Central Booking, everything usually going smoothly, but last night there’d been a hitch – something about the evidence having disappeared, was that it? A pound of caviar, whatever caviar happened to be, or possibly two pounds? While I was wondering about all that, although not wondering hard, Mr. Parsons called Bernie’s name again. His wavery old voice sounded even waverier and older than usual. I rose, gave myself a shake – not the long kind that starts at my nose, goes to the tip of my tail and then all the way back, and sometimes makes one more round after that! – no, this was a just a quick shake to get going.

I went down the hall to Bernie’s bedroom, and just as I was about to enter gave myself one of those good long shakes after all. Some things you can’t explain. At that moment I happened to lick my muzzle. Hey! It tasted salty.

– from THE IGGY CHRONICLES, VOLUME 1 (a C&B e-short)

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