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Cathleen Calbert<br />
I peered into the box. On strips of newspaper sat a mongrel no bigger than the<br />
Shih Tzu but a hundred times uglier: a body too lengthy for its squat legs, fur a brighter<br />
red than auburn, and on its rat-like snout absurdly long, black whiskers.<br />
“Quite a find you’ve got there,” I told the woman. Thinking of that urban legend<br />
about a family mistaking a rat for a dog until it eats the baby, I strode into The Precious<br />
Pooch, forked out thirty dollars for something more precious than steak, then stepped<br />
back outside.<br />
“Forty,” the woman told me, adjusting her haunches. “I have to get rid of him today.<br />
My landlord says I can’t have a dog. That asshole. Some people don’t know what it<br />
means to love.”<br />
“It’s a he then?” I asked.<br />
She squinted up at me. “I said ‘she.’”<br />
“What’s her name?”<br />
The woman paused. “Brandy?”<br />
“You’ve got a deal,” I said and fished out my wallet again.<br />
I hurried to the car, a small bag of dog food under one arm, the rat-faced mutt<br />
under the other. I dumped the food in the front and Brandy in the back. Her whiskers<br />
twitched as she lifted her thin nose in the air. Then she devoted herself to chewing the<br />
tips of her black-nailed paws as I drove.<br />
I was a man with a plan.<br />
Eve adored dogs so much, she’d have to take this one in. I guess there was an element<br />
of meanness on my part, a bit of payback: you love dogs; here, love this one if you can.<br />
But I also pictured the two of us deliciously screwing all over the white expanse of her<br />
bed while Brandy and the Peanut went for it elsewhere in the house. After all, something<br />
had to give if this relationship were going to continue. I couldn’t be the perfect boyfriend<br />
forever.<br />
“Look what I found at the store!” I sang out as I walked through Eve’s front door.<br />
“Oh my God,” Eve said, her eyes bluer than usual as she gazed at the horrible Brandy.<br />
“I got her for you,” I told her. “Well, for Petey, too. A little girlfriend of his own. So<br />
everybody will have somebody.” Our house, it’s a very, very fine house… As Eve took in the<br />
hideousness of my present, I cooled in fear: maybe Petey already had a girlfriend. Maybe<br />
in our three-ways, I was the guest player, he the main man. I remembered Eve’s boyfriendsummary:<br />
Keith was a jerk, Steve insensitive, Jerry not very understanding. What the hell<br />
had that dog done to them?<br />
“You are the most thoughtful man.” Eve blinked back a quick splash of tears, and<br />
her mouth stretched into a smile. “And she’s the . . . she’s the cutest little thing.”<br />
I put the mutt on the floor in front of Petey. Fuck him or kill him, I thought. I figured<br />
either way I was free of the Peanut.<br />
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