Reclining atop your bed is a very large dog. Tan and black with long silky fur and tall wolf like ears. Taken aback, you back away a step or two from the German Shepherd. The dog casually wags his tails, panting casually. Appearing quite friendly.
"Ah hi." You say as you cautiously approach and reach out with the back of your hand as it's snuffled over. You rub the dogs cheek. The shepherd gruffs happily. Tail thumping against the covers. His red collar has a large brass name tag. MAX
You say, "Hi Max." And are rewarded with the dog's tongue slurping your hand and bumping his nose against it. "At least you're friendly."
Suddenly the dog's ears poink upwards. He gruffs. Outside your door, you hear feet pounding up the stairs. Thinking quickly, you move back to your suitcase and close the cloth lid atop it. Just in time too.
Dora sticks her head into your room. "Hey Bug!" It's the nickname she gave you last summer.
"What is is Dora?"
"I see you met Max. He belongs to one of Mom's weird university friends. We're dog sitting him for the week. And guess what?"
"What?"
"He's got to stay in your room cause Barney's got an Albergie to dog fur!"
"That's Allergy Dora.."
"What ever Bug. He has to stay here or in the backyard. And since we don't have a dog house outside, he's going to be in *your* room at night!"
"What?"
"Don't worry, I told Mom you'd be glad to take care of him! Bye now! He's your responsibility."
The little brat turns and runs off, leaving you and Max alone. You quietly shut the door. Max sighs an almost Human sigh. You approach the bed sitting down on the edge next to the dog, rubbing his ears.
"I know how you feel Max. We're both stuck here like inmates in the dog pound."
Well, thinking to yourself, at least Barney will be keeping his distance. While rubbing Max's ears, you puzzle over this morning's events. That voice..where did it come from? No one else, but Max was in the room. And who left that note on the suitcase? Barney? Dora said he was allergic to dogs. And had Dora had left the note, she would have taken the jar and wrapped up cake.
You stand up from the bed, walk to the bedroom door, close it and return to the suitcase. Curious now and thinking of trying an experiment...
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