The Jewish Dog by Asher Kravitz Page B

Greta . He then left to visit Maximilian instead.
    Every time we entered his home , Max would feed me a biscuit out of his hand , and then treat my belly to a nice rub . Just as he did well by me , he did well by Frank , and softly rubbed his belly as well . Frank would blush a little , peek at me – as though making sure his secret was safe with me – and succumb to Maximilian’s petting.

CHAPTER 16
    I had already learned from my limited life experience that loud , measured knocks meant trouble . Indeed , the deliberate knocks heard on Frank and Greta’s door one morning came to seal another chapter of my life.
    Three men dressed in black stood in the entrance . Thanks to my well-developed sense of hierarchy , I immediately identified the senior ranking member . He addressed Frank and asked , “Are you Herr Frank Heinz?”
    â€œYes sir.”
    â€œMy name is Theodor Dürer , Standartenführer Theodor Dürer . I would like to ask you , do you know a man named Maximilian Loyt?”
    Frank lowered his head and answered in a strangled voice , “No , sir.”
    Even I could tell he was lying.
    â€œAre you sure you don’t know a man by this name?”
    â€œI am certain.”
    â€œI regret that you choose to defile the German language with such lies . You will have to come with us to the police station and explain how it is that you don’t know him , and yet your pictures appear in the photo albums in his house.”
    Frank’s face fell.
    â€œQuite embarrassing photographs , if I may say so myself  . .  .” Standartenführer Theodor Dürer said cheerfully.
    His two accompanying officers snickered through their mustaches.
    Greta appeared from the washroom wearing a bathrobe , and asked what the inquiry was about.
    â€œA personal matter,” Frank said , trying to avoid embarrassment.
    â€œExcellent,” she said . “I love personal matters.”
    â€œLet me speculate , Madam , that your husband is no virtuoso in the bedroom.”
    Greta , who was usually quite quick to catch on , still required further explanation . The photographs presented to her did not leave much room for doubt . She nodded her head in agreement.
    â€œI must admit , officer , that recently I’ve sensed something new about my husband.”
    â€œI believe a daughter of the German race deserves more than this flaccid worm . Your husband’s tendencies , to be subtle , are not in line with the vision of the Reich . I fear your husband will have to come with us at this time . Perhaps several weeks of discipline at Sachsenhausen will make a man out of him.”
    â€œI stumbled,” Frank said . “It’s true , I stumbled . I’m not really like that. . . .” He gave Greta a pleading look . “Please forgive me . Please give me another chance. . .  . Just one more chance , I won’t let you down , I promise.”
    Standartenführer Theodor Dürer looked at Greta . Greta looked away from Frank.
    â€œWhat is Herr Officer’s opinion?” she asked.
    An unpleasant odor arose from Greta . With time I would learn that it is called vengeance.
    â€œThey always promise , and then  . .   . like a dog returning to its vomit . Frau Heinz can trust me , it is just a matter of time.”
    Greta frowned . “Take him,” she said dryly , and the odor intensified as she pointed at me . “And while you’re at it , take away his Jew dog, too.”
    â€œJew dog?” Theodor asked , with a compassionate look on his face . “How can you insult an impressive dog like this in such a way?”
    â€œIf you believe this dog is impressive , then be my guest . Here is his food dish and here is his leash.”
    Greta did not forget her manners . As we walked out to the street , the three officers , a handcuffed Frank , and I , she called after us . “I wish the officer a guten Tag! I wish you