And then, the Dog Said…

Please add a plot twist to this mystery story. 

I was sitting on a park bench, enjoying a sunny afternoon when a dog walked up to me. He was a muscular mutt with large pointed ears and a wide-set of teeth. He wore a red collar with license tag but the dog did not look at anyone nearby. Could he be lost?

And then the dog started talking to me. For some reason, I wasn’t surprised that he could talk. But I felt odd when he asked to borrow my cell phone to make a call.

Well, I handed it to him and he made his call. As he began talking into my phone, he disguised his voice, which made me think he was doing something illegal, maybe something dangerous. I wondered if I’d made a mistake, loaning him my phone. Maybe I should feel nervous about what he was doing? Why did he need to change the sound of his voice? What would that dog do next?

What could I do?

And then, the dog said…

(That’s for you to tell me.)

15 thoughts on “And then, the Dog Said…

  1. The dog’s eyes slide sideways. I follow his gaze. We both stare at a white pizza truck parked on the dead-end street. From the park, I can just make out the license plate, 2GOOD4U.

    “Who’s that?” I ask. Before the dog can answer, a woman walks up from the trees behind us. Got spiky hair, wearing jeans, cowboy boots and a puffy skijacket. Not your typical grandmotherly type.

    The boy runs over. “Hey, what’s the big idea? Where’d you go?”

    The dog nods hello. In a low growl he says, “Yeah, Pizza Jones. I’d like to hear why my back up just up and left.”

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  2. At that moment the carousel comes to a stop and I see the dog approach. He’s talking again… “Yeah, I need another large combination pizza, extra meat. This time come to the carousel and don’t let anyone pay for it unless I okay it,
    got it? Yeah, I’m the dog that called before. I only got one measley slice of that pizza — what happened?? Doesn’t matter, just bring another pizza, look for me, then have the dizzy guy I’m with at the carousel pay for it. Woof.”
    “So did you pick up the woman’s scent?” I ask. With a gleam in his eye the dog says, “I got side tracked” …

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  3. “Yes, that boy is not to be underestimated.” the dog replied. “He has the determination of a Jack Russell terrier, as clever as a poodle with the will of a Saint Bernard. He can be of great help to us, but if he’s involved with the pizza woman…I’d rather not say.”

    I sit on the park bench, head in my hands, trying to make sense of this surreal experience. My mind is spinning faster than the merry-go-round. What are we looking for? How can it become difficult? Am I in danger or am I just dreaming?

    “No time to paws and think.” the dog says. “You in or out?”

    Reluctantly I say, “I’m in. What do you want me to do? Sit,stay,fetch?”

    “None of the above, and don’t be a wise guy! Jeez, humans. Go start a conversation with the boy. But don’t mention me, the woman, or why we’re here.

    “But I don’t know why we’re here. Please, fill me in”

    “Maybe later. Just do as I say and keep the boy here. I’m going to pick-up the woman’s scent and see if she’s still here. Now give me your phone and let’s sic em.”

    Reaching the merry-go-round, I pause, recalling past experiences with motion sickness. As if this adventure isn’t dizzying enough, the ride looks like a spinning tornado. But I can’t wait for the ride to stop and possibly lose my chance at talking to the kid. With hesitation, I make my leap. My feet slide on the smooth wooden floor and I stumble and fall right beneath the boys brown horse. I rise to my feet unhurt and embarrassed, but my fall captures the attention of the boy.

    He asks, “Hey Mister, You okay?”

    “Yeah, I’m fine kid, Thanks for asking. Say that’s a fine looking chestnut you’re riding.”

    “It’s not a chestnut mister, it’s a horse, and the names not kid!”

    “Sorry about that. You mind if I ride this white horse next to you?”

    “Free world mister.”

    It’s at this moment I realize the dog is right, this kid’s a handful. “So kid, oops sorry, you like horses?”

    “Yeah, their all right mister.” Then he turns and looks me straight in the eyes and adds, “But I’m more interested in dogs.”

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  4. I feel dizzy. I plop on the lawn. The dog is out of sight, but then he’s back, wanting my cell phone again.

    He hisses, “See mister on the chocolate brown, painted horse with the pink ribbon.”

    “Oh,” I blurt. “You mean that kid?”

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  5. Should I stay or should I go? Do I want to be involved? My curiosity is overwhelming, so I gather my phone and I’m in hot pursuit. I don’t run often, it’s difficult to keep pace. Lucky for me ,the dog pauses momentarily at every fire hydrant along the way, enabling me to keep him in sight. I reach the park to find the dog snuffling a pizza box on a park bench. No woman in sight. At the dogs request I carefully open the pizza box. One remaining slice.

    I ask the dog,” What do you make of this?”

    He replies,”Clearly, you’re no Watson to my Holmes! The remaining slice is definitely pointing towards the carousel. Let’s go!”

    Upon reaching the carousel…..

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  6. “Yeah, is this ‘Mutt Specialty Pizza Pies?’ I’d like a large combination pizza, extra meat. Yeah, just deliver it to the park. Make the lady on the park bench pay for it. Tanks!”

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    1. I gaped at him. “What lady? There was a lady in the park?”
      He dropped my cell phone in my lap. “If you would just wear †hose glasses that are sticking out of your shirt pocket. Never mind. What are you waiting for?” He dropped to all fours and raced out the open door.

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  7. So I asked the dog about his ability to talk and why
    he had disguised his voice.

    The dog replied, “I work with various Government Intelligence
    groups, such as the CIA and the FBI, gathering information.
    I’ve traveled the world and sat in rooms with many world leaders
    and suspected spies and eavesdropped. I’m one of their most valuable agents.”

    Who would suspect a dog?

    Suddenly….

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