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The way Bobby said Spike, I knew that was his name. I decided to let everyone else have a turn at inspecting him before I did anything. Top Dog had, as usual, hung back, but now he emerged from the cool shadows near the waterspout and trotted forward to meet the new arrival. Bobby slipped the loop off Spikes neck. Easy, now, Bobby said. Bobbys tension rippled through the pack, and I could feel the fur on my back rising up, though I wasnt sure why. Top Dog and Spike were stiffly examining each other, neither one backing down, the pack in a tight circle. Spikes face was covered with scars—teardropshaped pits and lumps colored a pale gray against his dark fur. Something about the way Spike seemed to take us all in, every single one of us arrayed against him, made me afraid, though the result was as it should be. Spike allowed Top Dog to put his head over his back, though he didnt bow or lower his stomach to the ground. Instead, Spike went over to the fence, carefully sniffed at it, and then lifted his leg. The males immediately lined up after Top Dog to do the same thing on the same spot. Senoras face appeared over the top of the gate, then, and a lot of the anxiety Id been feeling went away. Several of us broke from the circle and ran over to her, putting our legs on the fence so she could reach our heads.

See Hell be okay, Senora said. A dog like hims been bred to fight, senora. He is not like the rest of em, no maam. You be a good dog, Spike! Senora called over to him. I looked jealously in the new dogs direction, but his reaction to having his name spoken was to glance over as if it were nothing at all. Toby, I wanted her to say. Good dog, Toby. Instead she said, There are no bad dogs, Bobby, just bad people. They just need love. Sometimes theyre broke inside, senora. And nuthin will help em. Senoras hand absently reached down and scratched behind Cocos ears. I frantically shoved my nose underneath Senoras fingers, but she didnt even seem to know I was there. Later Coco sat down in front of me with a rubber bone, gnag on it industriously. I ignored her, still hurt that I, Senoras favorite, had been treated so dismissively. Coco flipped on her back and played with the bone with her paws, lifting it out of her mouth and dropping it, holding it so lightly that I knew I could take it, so I lunged! But Coco was rolling away from me, and then I was chasing her in the yard, furious that she had gotten the game all backward.

I was so preoccupied with getting the stupid bone back from Coco because I was supposed to have it, not her, that I didnt see how it started; I just registered that suddenly the fight I think wed all known was coming was already happening. Normally a fight with Top Dog was over quickly, the lowerstatus dog accepting his punishment for challenging the order. But this horrible battle, loudly joined and viciously savage, seemed to last and last. The two dogs clashed with their forelegs off the ground, each vying to obtain the higher position, their teeth flashing in the sun. Their yowling was the most ferocious and terrifying thing I had ever heard. Top Dog went for his usual grip on the back of the neck, where control could be exerted without doing permanent damage, but Spike shook and snapped and bit until he had Top Dogs snout in his mouth. Though it had cost Spike a bloody tear under his ear, he now had the advantage over Top Dog, forcing our leaders head lower and lower toward the ground.

Image The pack did nothing, could do nothing but pant and circle anxiously, but the gate swung open and Bobby came running in, pulling a long hose behind him. A jet of water hit both dogs. Hey! Cut it out! Hey! he shouted. Top Dog went limp, acceding to Bobbys authority, but Spike held on, ignoring the man. Spike! Bobby yelled. He thrust his nozzle forward and blasted Spike right in the face with it, blood flying into the air. Finally Spike broke away, shaking his head to get it out of the spray, and the look he turned on Bobby was murderous. Bobby backed away, holding the hose out in front of him. What happened Was it the new one El combatiente Carlos called, coming into the yard. Sí. Este perro será el problema, Bobby replied. Senora joined the men in the Yard and, after much conferring, they called Top Dog over and tended to his wounds with a sharpsmelling chemical that I instantly associated with the nice lady from the cool room. Top Dog squirmed and licked and panted, his ears back, when Carlos dabbed something on the small cuts along his face. I never thought Spike would allow the same treatment, but he stood without protest when they worked on the cut under his ear. He seemed accustomed to it, somehow, accepting the chemical smell as something that happened after a fight. The next several days were agony. None of use knew where we stood anymore, especially the males.

Spike was unquestionably the leader now, a message he enforced by challenging every single one of us, headtohead in the Yard. Top Dog had done the same, but not like this—for Spike, the most minor infraction was cause for discipline and most punishment included a swift, painful nip. When play became too boisterous and too intrusive on Top Dogs area, he had always issued a cold warning in the form of a stare, perhaps a growl. Spike spent his day on patrol and would snap at us for no reason whatsoever—there was a black energy in him, something strange and mean. When the males jockeyed for new positions in the pack, challenging each other, Spike was there and, too often, would himself get involved, seemingly unable to hold back from plunging into the fray.

It was unnecessary and distracting, causing so much tension that minor skirmishes began breaking out among us, fights for things that had been long ago decided, such as position at the food trough, or who would next get to lie in the part of the Yard turned cool by the leaky water faucet. When Coco and I played our game where I had the rubber bone and shed try to steal it, Spike would come over, growling, and force me to drop the prize at his feet. Sometimes he would carry the bone back to his corner, ending the play until I could find another toy, and other times he would sniff at it contemptuously and leave it lying in the dirt. And when Carlos brought
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