The Case Of Who's A Good Boy
A Canine Noir
“Who’s a good boy?” she asks.
The question sticks in my head like peanut butter in a chew toy.
I almost don’t take the case, since I never work weekends. In fact, I never work, ever—I’m a dog. But I have to know: who is this good boy, and what does he want?
I need some air, so I grab my leash and take myself on a walk. It’s a clear night and I can see the …
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