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    in his sack of bones, Spike didnt even bother to run over to see if hed be given one. Hed wait until there were no men in the yard and then simply take what he wanted. Spike left some of the dogs alone, such as Rottie and Top Dog and, oddly, Fast, but whenever I was lucky enough to sink my teeth into one of Carloss delicious treats I was resigned to the fact that Spike would soon be cheg on it instead. It was the new order. We might be having trouble figuring out the rules, but we knew who made them, and we all accepted them, which was why I was so surprised when Fast took Spike on.

    It was, of course, because of Sister. In a rare coincidence, the three siblings—Fast, Sister, and I—were standing by ourselves in the corner, investigating a bug that had crawled in from under the fence. Being in such free and simple association with my old family was so relaxing, especially after the stressfilled past few days, that I pretended that I had never seen anything more fascinating than a tiny black insect raising microscopic pincers as if daring the three of us to fight. Thus distracted, none of us noticed Spike until he was upon us, and his quick, silent attack on Sisters haunches drew an instant frightened whelp from her.

    I instantly slunk to the ground—wed been doing nothing wrong!—but Fast couldnt take any more and he lashed back at Spike, teeth flashing. Sister darted away but I, propelled forward by a rage Id never felt before, joined Fast in battle, the two of us snarling and biting. I tried to leap up and grab a hunk of Spikes back, but he turned and slashed at me, and as I stumbled backward his jaws clamped down on my foreleg, and I let out a scream. Fast soon found himself pinned to the ground, but I wasnt paying attention—the pain in my leg was agonizing, and I limped off, still crying. Coco was there, licking at me anxiously, but I ignored her, making a beeline for the gate.

    Just as I knew he would, Bobby opened the gate and came into the Yard, his hose in his hand. The fight was over; Fast had made peace, and Sister was hiding behind the railroad ties. So it was my leg that drew his attention. Bobby knelt in the dirt. Good dog, Toby. Okay, , he told me. I gave my tail a feeble wag, and when he touched my paw, sending a searing pain all the way up to my shoulder, I licked him in the face to let him know I knew he hadnt done it on purpose. Senora went with us to see the nice lady in the cool room. Bobby held me down while she poked me with the same chemicalsmelling needle shed used on me before, and then the pain in my leg didnt bother me anymore. I lay drowsily on the table while the lady tugged on my leg, listening to her voice as she spoke to Bobby and Senora. I could feel her concern, her caution, but couldnt make myself care as long as Senora stroked my fur and Bobby leaned into me to hold me still. Even as Senora drew in her breath when the nice lady in the cool room said permanent damage, I didnt so much as raise my head. I just wanted to lie on the table forever or at least until dinner.

    When I got back to the Yard I was wearing the stupid cone collar again and I sported a hard lump of something encasing my wounded foot. I wanted to tear into the lump with my teeth, but not only did the collar look ridiculous, it also prevented me from getting at my foot! I could only walk on three legs, which Spike seemed to find amusing, because he came over to me and knocked me down with his chest. Fine, Spike, go ahead; you are the ugliest dog Ive ever seen. My leg hurt all the time and I needed to sleep, and usually Coco came over and rested her head on me as I did so. Twice a day Bobby came in and gave me a treat, and I pretended not to notice that there was something bitter inside the roll of meat, though sometimes instead of swallog it I waited a bit and then spat it out: a small white thing the size of a pea.

    I was still wearing the stupid collar the day all the men came. We heard several doors slamming in the driveway, so we took up our usual chorus of barking, though many of us went quiet when we heard Senora shriek. No! No! You cant take my dogs! The grief in her voice was unmistakable, and Coco and I nuzzled each other in alarm. What was going on The gate swung open, and several men cautiously entered the Yard, carrying the familiar poles with them. Several held metal canisters out in front of them and were braced as if expecting an attack. Well, whatever this game was, most of us were willing to play. Coco was one of the first to approach, and she was snagged and pulled without resistance out through the gate. Most of the rest of the pack followed, lining up willingly, though several hung back—Sister, Fast, Spike, Top Dog, and myself, because I just didnt feel like limping over to them. If they wanted to play, let them play with Spike.

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