Style, you
either have it or you
don't. And if you have it, you have it
all the time.The Rogue Goes to the Dogs
by Tux Toledo
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"It's
going to be a single field event today," Nick said. "All dogs
will use the same field. They'll plant quail before each dog
goes out."
I nodded and tried to doze but Nick kept babbling on about
dogs. Concorde was immune to the chatter and slept
peacefully. When he rose, stretched, and barked I knew we had
finally reached the site. Al parked the transporter and began
his usual tasks. James had already arrived. He
knows all of the shortcuts.
"Ah, James!" Nick said. "I'm glad you could make it."
"Thank you, sir."
"You're going to see the real Concorde today."
"Undoubtedly, sir."
"Well, I'm going to register," Nick said. "I'll be back
soon." He led Concorde toward a long line of men and dogs.
"How was the drive, James?" I asked.
"Very good, sir."
"And the package?"
"Safely tucked away."
"Good. Now let's see how many quail we can flush out."
© 2008 David Biagini