Page 3 of Seer
I greeted Silvia, and she said, “Greg, Craig says your family can help me.”
I paused on my way to sit in my desk chair, raising my eyebrows at Craig.
He just grinned and pointed at the phone.
“Um, okay? With what?”
“I was driving home from Austin after I visited Corrie and the baby. I saw this poor dog walking along the side of the road. He was obviously someone’s pet, so I couldn’t leave him,pobrecito.”
“Of course not.” I squinted at Craig, who was laughing silently now. My family—officially—ran a wildlife rescue, not a dog rescue.
“He got right in the car and sat in the front passenger seat. He even let me put the seatbelt on him. He’s so cute. He keeps licking my face and hands.”
“Okay. I’m not sure I understand where my family comes in. They don’t take in dogs. But we can recommend some excellent dog rescue groups.”
“No, that’s the thing. I took him to a nice vet clinic right there on the edge of town. They scanned him for a chip, but he doesn’t have one. The vet said he’s a wolf hybrid.”
Oh, okay.
“Yeah, Silvia, you won’t find a regular rescue that would take one of those.”
She sighed. “Sí, the vet told me the shelters would put him down right away because of his breed.”
I frowned at Craig, who was still grinning like a fool. “I’m happy to take him to my family’s sanctuary. We can post his photo online in case someone’s looking for him. But in the meantime, TWIST will know how to handle him. They already have a couple of wolf hybrids.”
Well, it wasn’texactlya lie.
“Okay. Can I bring him by the pet resort right now? If I keep him much longer, I don’t know if I can give him up.”
“Sure, come on over. You’re doing the right thing. You don’t know how a wolf hybrid will react around your great-granddaughter.”
We heard whining in the background.
“Oh,te amo también, perro bonito.”
Due to the risk of illness, I couldn’t put a stray in the boarding area with the client pets, but if he was well-behaved I could take him home with me for the night.
Craig whispered, “Ask her why she picked him up.”
Good point. “Hey, Silvia?”
“Yes?”
“He must be a pretty big dog. What made you think he was safe for you to let in your car?”
She laughed. “He’s wearing a beautiful blue sweater. Like a man’s sweater, not a dog sweater. It feels like cashmere.”
Fuck my life.
Craig almost fell out of his chair, he was laughing so hard.
I threw my pen at him.
A little after the lobby closed for the day, Silvia pulled up out front in her small SUV. The “dog” was sitting next to her, seat belt strapped across his cashmere-clad chest, his enormous head on her shoulder. She giggled as he licked her neck and cheek.
“Oh, boy,” Craig muttered as we walked outside.
I lifted the slip lead in my left hand and opened the passenger door with my right. “Hi, Silvia. Let me get this lead around his neck.”
