Is Your Dog A Psychic?
“Charles barks once, then whines and lay down back,” he explained, his eyes on Charles whose ears turned up at the sound of his name.
The sound of Charles barking pulled Chris’ eyes away from his paper as he relaxed on the sofa in his living room. “Damn,” he said, as his eyes sways to his wife, sitting opposite him. She snatched up the remote, mute the Tv and Chris said, “It’s Devon coming to borrow something again.”
“How do you know?” Debbie asked with furled brows.
“Charles barks once, then whines and lay down back,” he explained, his eyes on Charles on the loveseat, whose ears turned up at the sound of his name.
The doorbell rang and Devon’s voice called out behind the locked door, “Hey Chris, can I borrow some nails?”
Debbie’s eyes shot to Charles, their half-mongrel, and half-Alsatian dog, who was whining at her husband’s feet. Then she burst out, “he is psychic!”
Chris giggled standing up.
“Let me handle this?” Debbie said before her husband could answer the door.
She opened the front door facing Devon, one of her neighbors.
“I need some nails,” he repeats.
“Sorry,” Debbie said. “We gave you the last one’s last week.”
“Damn,” he said turning away. “I have to go to the hardware now.”
“Hey,” she called out as he walked away. “When you buy them bring some over here for us.”
Two hours later, Charles barked, then whined.
Chris's eyes touched Debbie’s and both brows when up.
“We have a psychic dog?” she asks.
The doorbell rang. She answered it and Devon handed her a small paper bag with nails.
“Thank you,” she said in shock, her eyes popping. “Thanks.”
He walked away nodding.
Debbie turned to face Chris after closing the door. The bag in her hand, shock still lingered on her face.
“You shouldn’t take it,” he suggested.
She reminds her husband, “for the past ten years he has used our home as his personal hardware store. This is the first time we have got anything from him. These nails,” she said holding the bag of nails up in her hand. “When he come to borrow or beg nails, give it back to him from this bag.”
“Damn!” Chris cried out. “You are a genius!”
“I know!” Debbie agreed. “And our dog is a psychic. Can he identify all of the people who use our house as their personal hardware store?”
Chris nods saying, “For Ben, he barks twice, then lays down and covers his eyes. He grunts twice for George and leaves the room. For Jennifer, he whines twice, barks twice then sways his head telling me no. For Joseph, he grunts once, stares at me, then grunts twice again then stand in front of me as if to stop me from giving in,” Chris elaborates.
“You are making this up,” Debbie says in shock.
“Ok,” her husband relents. “You are on vacation, you will see.”
“Three grunts for Joseph. Ah?” she asked, wondering. “He is the worst of the lot. Carlene, one of my co-workers said three is death in her culture. Damn!” she cries staring at Charles, who walks towards her wagging his tail.
I do have people in my community who believe that the supplies I buy for my home are their personal hardware store. They borrow everything from me and never give. I must use common sense and diplomacy to implement ways to slow and stop many things without creating enemies. Lol
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