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Image The mother was feral, poor thing. Shes terrified. You know what they told you the last time. We have too many dogs and they will not give us a license. I dont care. But senora, we have no room. Now Bobby, you know thats not true. And what can we do, let them live as wild animals Theyre dogs, Bobby, little puppies, you see The woman turned back to the cage, and I wagged my tail to show her I had been paying rapt, if uncomprehending, attention. Yeah, Bobby, whats another three more one of the grinning men asked. One of these days there will be no to pay you; it will all go to dog food, the man called Bobby replied. The men just shrugged, grinning. Carlos, I want you to take some fresh hamburger and go back out there to that creek. See if you can find the one that got away, the woman said. The man nodded, laughing at Bobbys expression. I understood that the woman was in charge of this family of humans, and gave her another lick on the hand so she would like me best. Oh, youre a good dog, a good dog, she told me. I jumped up and down, my tail wagging so hard it whipped Fast in the face, who irritably blinked it off. The one called Carlos smelled of spicy meat and exotic oils that I couldnt identify. He reached in with a pole, snagging Mother, and Fast and I followed willingly as she was led around the side of the house to a large fence. The barking here was deafening, and I felt a slight flicker of fearâ€”just what were we getting into Bobbys scent had a citrus quality, oranges, as well as dirt, leather, and dogs. He opened the gate a little, blocking the way with his body. Get back! Get back now; get back! Go on! he urged. The barking lessened just a little, and when Bobby pulled the gate all the way open and Carlos thrust Mother forward it ceased completely. I was so astounded by what greeted me, I didnt even feel the foot in my back as Bobby pushed me inside the enclosure. Dogs. There were dogs everywhere. Several were as large as or even larger than Mother, and some were smaller, and all were milling freely around in a large enclosure, a huge yard surrounded by a high wooden fence. I scampered forward toward a knot of friendlylooking dogs not much older than myself, halting just as I got to them to pretend to be fascinated by something on the ground. The three dogs in front of me were all light colored and all females, so I seductively peed on a mound of dirt before joining them to sniff politely at their rear ends.

I was so happy at this turn of events I felt like barking, but Mother and Fast were not having as easy a time of it. Mother, in fact, was hunting along the perimeter of the fence, seeking a way out, her nose pressed to the ground. Fast had approached a group of males and now stood stiffly with them, his tail quivering, while each took a turn lifting a leg against a fence post. One of the males moved to stand squarely in Fasts path while another circled back to sniff him aggressively from the rear, and thats when my poor brother folded. His butt sagged, and as he turned to face the male behind him his tail curved and slid up between his legs. I wasnt at all surprised when, seconds later, he was on his back, squirming with a certain desperate playfulness. I guessed he was no longer the boss. While all this was happening, another male, muscular and tall, his ears hanging long on the sides of his head, stood absolutely still in the center of the yard, watching Mother run around in desperate circumnavigation. Something told me that of all the dogs in the yard, this was the one to be careful of, and, sure enough, when he broke from his rigid stance and padded over toward the fence the dogs surrounding Fast stopped messing around and raised their heads alertly. A dozen yards from the fence, the lone male broke into a full run, bearing down on Mom, who stopped, cringing. The male braced her with his shoulders, blocking her, his tail straight as an arrow. She let herself be sniffed up and down the length of her body, still crouched against the fence. It was my impulse, and I am sure it was also Fasts, to rush to her aid, but I somehow knew this would be wrong. This was the Top Dog, this male, a thickboned mastiff with a brown face and dark, rheumy eyes. Mothers submission was simply the natural order.

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