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goodness are missing. I bet YOU had something to do with this!” I mock accused.
He leaned over and whispered in my ear, “I’ll find a way to make it up to you.”
I winked at him, “I’ll bet you will. But, did you have to mess with my mayo? There’s only half the amount in this.”
I received an answering kiss to the tip of my nose.
“When we were dating, Teresa was always ordering pasta or potatoes. Our girl loves her starches,” an unwelcome voiced piped in from across the table.
Oh, please tell me Devon did not just say, our girl . Really?
“Damn,” Devon said, in irritation. “Teresa, does the dog have to lay under the table while we eat? I swear if that tail hits me one more time, I’ll be picking dog hair off of my trousers for the next week. And, he keeps sniffing my shoes and pant legs.”
Doggie chuckles erupted from under the table , “He has something that smells interesting on the bottom of his heel; I’m trying to figure out what it is.”
“You probably stepped in something, Devon. Red’s pretty curious, he’s probably trying to identify the smell. But don’t worry, he stopped urinating on people’s shoes a few months back, so I’m sure you’re safe.”
Red said, “Oh, now that wasn’t nice. I’ve never peed in the house.” Chuckles became a full-blown glee in my mind. “You’ll be happy to know he just tucked his feet under his chair. Did you really date this loser? He must have the smell of three other women on him, he’s a hussy-man.”
I choked on my water. Note to self: don’t drink when talking to the dog. David tapped me on the back a couple times, and I signed the conversation quickly. I wasn’t sure of all the ASL hand signs I needed, but the guys were getting real good at piecing together my efforts. Bas’ laughter from across the table let me know that he had been following my hand movements.
“Hissy-man?” David asked quietly in my ear.
“No, that should have been hussy,” I whispered back.
“Red come on out from under the table, leave Devon alone,” I suggested.
“Oww, what’s with the tail? Does he have a steel rod in that thing?” Devon whined.
I reached for my glass of water and took a quick sip, hoping to hide the grin I knew had bloomed over my features.
While Ken chatted with the colonel’s staff at the far end of the table, Colonel Spencer must have leaned slightly towards me from his place on my left, because he sounded closer when he confessed, “I am so intrigued by your Team Red. I can hardly wait to hear more about what you’ve been doing with the police department. I can’t believe the dog really understood my instructions. He’s fascinating.”
“You haven’t even seen him in action yet. He has reasoning skills; pretty advanced ones for an animal. We have seen him do things in tracking that regular dogs just can’t come close to doing.” I spent the next ten minutes relaying some of the intricate tracking procedures that Gil had set up for the dogs. The colonel’s questions were rapid and excited. David joined the conversation to explain some of the Team structure and dynamics, stressing our group’s focus on security.
“Yes, there is a huge potential for exploitation,” Colonel Spencer agreed. “It’s a wise decision to have David or Bas with you when you work. I would love to see what Red can do, but I would prefer to not have Lt. Carpenter and Lt. Lao here. They are assigned to a special project at Fairchild that links with the drone program, but they are not in my confidence otherwise.
“David, are you able to drive me, Lt. Mercer and Lt. Osborn back to the base later this evening if I send Lieutenants Carpenter and Lao away after we are done eating? Given Carpenter’s negative behavior with Teresa and the fact he’s not part of my unit, I would prefer he not be privy to the demonstration. And I suspect he and Lt. Lao are close,
He leaned over and whispered in my ear, “I’ll find a way to make it up to you.”
I winked at him, “I’ll bet you will. But, did you have to mess with my mayo? There’s only half the amount in this.”
I received an answering kiss to the tip of my nose.
“When we were dating, Teresa was always ordering pasta or potatoes. Our girl loves her starches,” an unwelcome voiced piped in from across the table.
Oh, please tell me Devon did not just say, our girl . Really?
“Damn,” Devon said, in irritation. “Teresa, does the dog have to lay under the table while we eat? I swear if that tail hits me one more time, I’ll be picking dog hair off of my trousers for the next week. And, he keeps sniffing my shoes and pant legs.”
Doggie chuckles erupted from under the table , “He has something that smells interesting on the bottom of his heel; I’m trying to figure out what it is.”
“You probably stepped in something, Devon. Red’s pretty curious, he’s probably trying to identify the smell. But don’t worry, he stopped urinating on people’s shoes a few months back, so I’m sure you’re safe.”
Red said, “Oh, now that wasn’t nice. I’ve never peed in the house.” Chuckles became a full-blown glee in my mind. “You’ll be happy to know he just tucked his feet under his chair. Did you really date this loser? He must have the smell of three other women on him, he’s a hussy-man.”
I choked on my water. Note to self: don’t drink when talking to the dog. David tapped me on the back a couple times, and I signed the conversation quickly. I wasn’t sure of all the ASL hand signs I needed, but the guys were getting real good at piecing together my efforts. Bas’ laughter from across the table let me know that he had been following my hand movements.
“Hissy-man?” David asked quietly in my ear.
“No, that should have been hussy,” I whispered back.
“Red come on out from under the table, leave Devon alone,” I suggested.
“Oww, what’s with the tail? Does he have a steel rod in that thing?” Devon whined.
I reached for my glass of water and took a quick sip, hoping to hide the grin I knew had bloomed over my features.
While Ken chatted with the colonel’s staff at the far end of the table, Colonel Spencer must have leaned slightly towards me from his place on my left, because he sounded closer when he confessed, “I am so intrigued by your Team Red. I can hardly wait to hear more about what you’ve been doing with the police department. I can’t believe the dog really understood my instructions. He’s fascinating.”
“You haven’t even seen him in action yet. He has reasoning skills; pretty advanced ones for an animal. We have seen him do things in tracking that regular dogs just can’t come close to doing.” I spent the next ten minutes relaying some of the intricate tracking procedures that Gil had set up for the dogs. The colonel’s questions were rapid and excited. David joined the conversation to explain some of the Team structure and dynamics, stressing our group’s focus on security.
“Yes, there is a huge potential for exploitation,” Colonel Spencer agreed. “It’s a wise decision to have David or Bas with you when you work. I would love to see what Red can do, but I would prefer to not have Lt. Carpenter and Lt. Lao here. They are assigned to a special project at Fairchild that links with the drone program, but they are not in my confidence otherwise.
“David, are you able to drive me, Lt. Mercer and Lt. Osborn back to the base later this evening if I send Lieutenants Carpenter and Lao away after we are done eating? Given Carpenter’s negative behavior with Teresa and the fact he’s not part of my unit, I would prefer he not be privy to the demonstration. And I suspect he and Lt. Lao are close,
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