Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Folklorist: Shedding the dog
I asked him what, and he said it would wait, but that it would interest me. Cecil's the cop I told you about, the one that's following these murders. I thought it might have to do with them.
OK, I said. When?
Swing by tonight, after I get off patrol. Don't bring the dog. You'll have to come in, and my wife doesn't want dog hairs in the house.
She's a poodle. Doesn't shed.
Doesn't matter, he said. She'd kill me if she found out I let a dog in the house.
Fine. No dog. What's she got against a nice dog like mine?
She just doesn't like dogs. She doesn't like paintings on black velvet either. Or dried flowers. She doesn't like mayonnaise. She's got her own tastes.