LuLu's Desperate House Dogs is a blog about an eccentric little Beagle named LuLu, who, along with her sister Sadie (a Whippet/Terrier/Beagle blend), writes the lurid Puppies in Lust series, and absorbs local color in an idyllic, off-the-leash, canine-centered village known as Lincoln Park~
Tonight...Sam Spencer meets up with the elusive Brigid again. Will old feelings resurface? Will old kibble? (Photo by J.M. Hilton) To read our current mystery from the beginning, go to 3/06/2007 in our archives~
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LuLu's Desperate House Dogs is a blog about an eccentric little Beagle named LuLu, who, along with her sister Sadie (a Whippet/Terrier/Beagle blend), writes the lurid Puppies in Lust series, and absorbs local color in an idyllic, off-the-leash, canine-centered village known as Lincoln Park~
I am a single five-year-old female Beagle, shown here by myself, while my mix-up of a sister sings the praises of mutts on my blog. Well, let her. I have a most intriguing (one might even say lascivious) past, at least according to my autobiography. In a former lifetime I was Queen Elizabeth the Ist of England, and later on (among others) I was Nell Gwynn, Pauline Borghese, Louise Brooks, and eventually just lovable, neurotic, adorable ME. I have a perfectly charming, albeit very annoying, sister named Sadie. She's rarely plagued by conscience, possibly because she's a Sagittarius. To date she has attempted to steal most of my boyfriends, meaning we're quite used to fighting over bones. Sadie and I are the same age, although she's the adopted one. We do have a fair amount of things in common. For example, she was once Mary Queen of Scots, and later on both Barbara Villiers and Marlene Dietrich. Amazingly we get along -- at least when we're before the public~
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The Maltese Chew Toy (continued...)
Last week Sam Spencer and his new friend Murray discovered Cairo the pug hiding in the pool house at the Gatthamer mansion -- and Cairo knows were Brigid is.....
Sam showed Cairo how to squeeze under the gate, and the little pug responded with a bark of pure glee once they were on the other side.
"Oh, how invigorating! I would never have come up with the idea on my own."
"I'd say your idea about sneaking in and out of the pool house through the heating system was pretty ingenious," Sam complimented. "Or did Brigid come up with that one?"
The pug hung his head. "Brigid's extremely bright," he allowed. "Don't let her pretty face fool you."
Sam nodded. Unfortunately, he'd already been suckered there. Brigid was cute, clever, and sharp as a cat's claw. "Now, where is the manipulative Maltese hanging out these days?" he asked Cairo. "Got a pied-a-terre in Chinatown or some bohemian digs over on Fillmore Street? Come on! Spill the kibble, and no dodges."
"She's staying at the Canine Coronet Dog Spa over on California Street," Cairo promptly replied. "As it happens, it's one of Daddy Gatthamer's few legitimate enterprises."
"Let me guess," said Sam. "The staff is devoted to Brigid, but she's still getting edgy. If a few bad two-footers are looking for her, it's likely they'll figure it out."
This time Cairo made no reply.
Sam cut his eyes to the street. "Ever ride on a running board?"
"Great escargot -- NO!" gasped Cairo.
"Then it's time you learned," said Sam. "Follow me, pal."
Story continued...
A short time later the two dogs were walking up the twelve-hundred block of California Street, and Cairo was almost strutting.
"If only Mommy Gatthamer could see her little biscuit-cruncher now," he barked. "You know, Sam, she talks baby-talk to me all the time, and I well and truly detest it. Oh, not that I consider myself a tough dog like you or Murray, but I do believe there's a bit more to me than being just a lapdog. Powder-puff dogs do not ride on running boards -- do they, Sam?"
"No, they don't." In spite of himself, Sam was amused. But he was not so sated with camaraderie as to let Cairo off the tether. "You knew about Floyd and the dogs being dead before I even mentioned it, didn't you?"
"Well, yes," the pug admitted. "At least I knew about Floyd and guessed the rest. Mommy Gatthamer received a phone call early this morning, and she virtually went to pieces. She was sobbing hysterically, and she kept repeating: 'But you didn't have to kill Floyd; you didn't have to kill him.' The next thing I knew, we were in her car and on our way to some remote outpost of civilization like Fresno. I'm glad I kept a cool head and was able to escape a mere six blocks from home."
Sam looked at him. "How exactly did you manage it?"
"We stopped for a light and I jumped out the passenger side window."
"Very resourceful," Sam observed. "Do you think Mrs. G. might have been talking to her stepson this morning?"
Cairo suddenly became wary. "As to that I can't say. She might have been. I don't know."
Sam barked a laugh. "You're a lousy liar, pal...but here we are -- the Canine Coronet Dog Spa."
The pug looked relieved. "We'll have to go around to the back; there's a pet door there. This time you can follow me!"
Story continued...
The Canine Coronet Dog Spa was located on the ground floor of a large office building which on the outside was a maze of winding pathways and a monotony of stairs. The building was a relatively new one, but it had been designed to look old, like a medieval castle.
In fact, thought Sam, all the place needed was a moat.
Cairo obviously knew his way around, and once or twice Sam almost lost him.
"Stop trying to give me the slip!" he barked. "I'm a pro at this game and you're not."
"But I do have potential, don't you think?" Cairo asked him, and he looked so expectant that Sam almost felt sorry for him. Cairo certainly wasn't a powder puff -- but he was no street dog, either.
"Yes, Cairo," said Sam, "you definitely have potential."
The pug wagged his stubby tail, and the two dogs slipped through a pet door and into a remarkable room with marble floors, a reception desk, and statues of proud dogs, from mastiffs to poodles, throughout.
The receptionist -- a two-footer with long legs and blonde hair -- smiled at Cairo and winked at Sam as they passed by her desk.
"Aren't you cute?" she said. "But you need grooming."
Sam swished his tail and rolled his bedroom eyes -- hitting her with the full wattage.
She was a goner.
Sam trailed Cairo down a long hallway, and through another pet door, then followed a thick red carpet into a small but elegantly furnished parlor.
Brigid was seated on a walnut love seat which was covered with satin stripes.
"Good afternoon," said Sam. "We meet again, my dear."
Brigid looked at Cairo, her eyes questioning. Otherwise, her face was expressionless.
"He showed me how to ride on a running board!" the pug declared. "It was wonderful!"
Sam studied Brigid, and wondered at the effect she had on him.
Her snowy coat was freshly brushed, the blue bow atop her head looked recently ironed. Her rhinestone collar sparkled, and she smelled deliciously female.
He gave out with a strangled bark. "We need to talk," he told her.
"Why, of course," she said. "You know, I've been expecting you, Sam.
And he knew she was lying -- but she did it so effortlessly.
(Story continued next week...)
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