front paws. Right now he didnât look like he could hurt a squeaky toy.
âI donât know what they did to the dogs before they got here to get them so dirty,â I answered. âBut what I did to Captain was start to give him a bath. I got him wet with the hose, andââ
âHe loves that. He loves getting wet,â Captainâs trainer interrupted. âIf he canât find anything better,heâll stick his paws in his water dish.â
âI put a little shampoo on his back. Not near his eyes or anything,â I explained. âThen he was growling and snarling and barking, so I decided to back away slowly. I only got a few steps, and he was on me.â
âI donât understand,â Captainâs trainer said. âI really donât. My poor baby.â
âSorry I had to pepper spray him.â I really was. He sounded like a great dog.
âA dog as big and strong as Captain would have been impossible for you to fight off. Itâs okay,â she answered. âIâm going to take him home now. Iâll get him all fixed up.â
I watched her walk Captain off the field. He stuck right to her heel. He didnât bark once, not at a single person or dog. Weird.
I decided to do a little investigation. I headed over to the scene of the crime. Towel. Shampoo. Hitching post. Toothbrush. Chunks of whatever. Puke.
Actually, puke can be a good source of info. It can help you determine time of death, for example. Of course, itâs not a fun source of info to examine.
I picked up the towel and used one end to spread the vomit out. One weird thing I noticed was a couple of seeds. They were kind of kidney shaped. Unless Captain ate some super-crunchy-granoladog chow, I didnât think seeds would be in his puke.
âYouâre studying vomit? You always get to do the fun stuff,â Frank said as he crouched down next to me.
âDonât you have to wash a dog?â I asked.
âI got a dachshund. Iâm done,â he said.
âWhat do you think of those seeds?â I pointed one out to him.
Frank picked it up and crushed it between his fingers. Then he raised his hand to his nose and took a deep breath. âSmell,â he told me. I leaned away from him. âJust do it.â
I took a sniff. âFoul,â I muttered.
âRight. Remember the day we went over poisons at ATAC training?â Frank said. âFoul odor was one of the main characteristics of jimsonweed.â
I automatically began reciting parts of the rhyme our instructor had taught us to help us learn the effects of the plant. âMad as a hatter, dry as a bone, red as a beet.â
âIt would be hard to tell if a dog was red as a beet.â Frank threw the crushed seed onto the grass. âBut mad as a hatter?â
âI talked to his trainer, and she said heâd never acted that way before,â I said. âAnd the dry as a boneâI noticed Captain wasnât slobbering. I thought it wasstrange, because I think of Newfies as big, slobbery dogs. Dogs who should practically wear bibs.â
âIâm glad he vomited this up. He should be okay with it out of his system,â Frank said. âWe should have his trainer get him checked out by a vet to be sure.â
I nodded. âSo since Iâve had two attempts on my life, how does that change the percentages?â I asked. âItâs still four out of fourteen of us who have done the near-death thing. But I donât think that really reflects the situation.â
âAll I know is, things worked out well for two of our suspects this afternoon,â Frank told me.
âRipley got to be a hero again. Sheâs already expecting TV time. Who else?â I asked.
âIâm sure Bobby T will find a way to make your near death almost as exciting for his readers as one of his own,â Frank answered.
âJoe, youâve got to check your e-mail,â
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