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puppy in my mouth.”
The car lists, recovers, lopes along like a jackrabbit in tall grass. My claws
make tracks in the paint.
“How’d you get on top of the car?” I ask.
“Wasn’t easy. Branch broke through one of the windows. I climbed out that
way.”
“Impressive.”
“By the way,” says the puppy, “I think we may be sinking.”
“No kidding, Sherlock.” I don’t mean to sound unkind. I’m a bit stressed.
“I don’t have a name, actually.”
“How about Rowdy?” I suggest. “I hear it’s available.”
“Sure, what the heck? So what’s your plan?”
“You tell me,” I say. “What’d you think was going to happen?”
“I figured someone would come along and save me. Some human, maybe.”
“Dog’s best friend?” I say.
“If you say so.”
Another lurch. We’re going down.
“Hang on, pup,” I say. “Man’s best friend is gonna save you instead.”