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oth. She brought them home, and I was the happiest kid on earth.<br />
My mom named them Fufi and Panther. Fufi, I don’t know where her name came from.<br />
Panther had a pink nose, so she was Pink Panther and eventually just Panther. They were two<br />
sisters who loved and hated each other. They would look out for each other, but they would<br />
also fight all the time. Like, blood fights. Biting. Clawing. It was a strange, gruesome<br />
relationship.<br />
Panther was my mom’s dog; Fufi was mine. Fufi was beautiful. Clean lines, happy face.<br />
She looked like a perfect bull terrier, only skinnier because of the Maltese mixed in. Panther,<br />
who was more half-and-half, came out weird and scruffy-looking. Panther was smart. Fufi<br />
was dumb as shit. At least we always thought she was dumb as shit. Whenever we called<br />
them, Panther would come right away, but Fufi wouldn’t do anything. Panther would run<br />
back and get Fufi and then they’d both come. It turned out that Fufi was deaf. Years later Fufi<br />
died when a burglar was trying to break into our house. He pushed the gate over and it fell on<br />
her back and broke her spine. We took her to the vet and she had to be put down. After<br />
examining her, the vet came over and gave us the news.<br />
“It must have been strange for your family living with a dog that was deaf,” he said.<br />
“What?”<br />
“You didn’t know your dog was deaf?”<br />
“No, we thought it was stupid.”<br />
That’s when we realized that their whole lives the one dog had been telling the other dog<br />
what to do somehow. The smart, hearing one was helping the dumb, deaf one.<br />
Fufi was the love of my life. Beautiful but stupid. I raised her. I potty-trained her. She<br />
slept in my bed. A dog is a great thing for a kid to have. It’s like a bicycle but with emotions.<br />
Fufi could do all sorts of tricks. She could jump super high. I mean, Fufi could jump. I<br />
could hold a piece of food out above my own head and she’d leap up and grab it like it was<br />
nothing. If YouTube had been around, Fufi would have been a star.<br />
Fufi was a little rascal as well. During the day we kept the dogs in the backyard, which<br />
was enclosed by a wall at least five feet high. After a while, every day we’d come home and<br />
Fufi would be sitting outside the gate, waiting for us. We were always confused. Was<br />
someone opening the gate? What was going on? It never occurred to us that she could<br />
actually scale a five-foot wall, but that was exactly what was happening. Every morning, Fufi<br />
would wait for us to leave, jump over the wall, and go roaming around the neighborhood.<br />
I caught her one day when I was home for the school holidays. My mom had left for<br />
work and I was in the living room. Fufi didn’t know I was there; she thought I was gone<br />
because the car was gone. I heard Panther barking in the backyard, looked out, and there was<br />
Fufi, scaling the wall. She’d jumped, scampered up the last couple of feet, and then she was<br />
gone.<br />
I couldn’t believe this was happening. I ran out front, grabbed my bicycle, and followed<br />
her to see where she was going. She went a long way, many streets over, to another part of<br />
the neighborhood. Then she went up to this other house and jumped over their wall and into<br />
their backyard. What the hell was she doing? I went up to the gate and rang the doorbell. This<br />
colored kid answered.<br />
“May I help you?” he said.