This story is dedicated to Max, a West Highland Terrier who is an even bigger character than Dief. While telling a friend about his antics, this story suddenly occurred to me.

By Stella

“Dief, stay with Ray,” Constable Benton Fraser ordered his half-wolf with words and a pointed finger. Dief whined. "I know. But you know the Inspector doesn’t appreciate wolf fur all over, and she wants the place impeccable. Just until the Ambassador leaves." Another whine from Dief. "I promise. Ray will take good care of you."

"That’s right. I’m your buddy, aren’t I, Dief?" Ray squatted down to the animal’s level, grasped the fur around his neck and gave him a good petting in all the right places. When Dief closed his eyes and a serene look crossed his doggie features, the men knew the issue was settled. Looking up at Fraser, Ray spoke. "It’ll be fine. You better go before the Ice Queen has a stroke because the sheets aren’t creased just right or something stupid like that."

"Thank you, Ray. You don’t know how much this means to me," Fraser exclaimed as his friend stood and touched his shoulder.

"I know," he smiled. "Just go, will ya, before he gets that ‘look’ in his eye and begs you to stay." He grinned at Fraser’s nod. "We can talk about payback later."

"Huh?" Fraser looked up from staring at his hat, and his blue eyes bore his surprise.

Ray laughed. "Just kidding! Now, shoo!"

"Thank you, again." Fraser turned, craned his neck to get one more look at Dief, and walked away. Dief lay on the floor pouting, with his snout between his front legs.

Once the Mountie was out of the bullpen, Ray squatted down to face Dief. "Hey, it ain’t gonna be that bad. You’ll see." He reached into his back pocket and pulled out something wrapped in plastic. He opened it with his teeth, and the smell immediately perked up Dief’s head. Ray grinned. "Oh yeah, I knew you’d like this. You know I take care of my buddies, don’t ya? I’m sorry, it’s not a donut, but Fraser would kill me if I fed you one of those."

The jerky was free of its wrapper and it didn’t last more than a few seconds. Dief wolfed it down. "Gee, you should savor that a little bit, buddy." Ray glanced around. "I can’t believe this. I’m talkin’ to the dog again. Fraser’s a bad influence. Next thing, I’ll be talking to my…self." He shut himself up, suddenly realizing he was doing just that.

"Kowalski, I want you in my office, now!"

Lt. Welsh’s bellow did not bode well. Ray shook his head and sighed. "Wonder what I did this time." He straightened and went to meet his commander’s wrath.

Detective Ray Kowalski, despite his often unorthodox methods of police work, was a good cop. He didn’t get into this line of work to be the best, which is probably why he was off kilter with the rest of the Chicago PD sometimes. Working with Fraser the displaced Mountie probably didn’t help matters, but what could he do? They were forced together to play a role: Fraser, to protect his best friend while he was undercover, and Ray, to pretend he was Fraser’s friend Ray Vecchio, so no one who counted would put two and two together that Vecchio was not there. Both men did their job well, and in the process came to be good friends.

When Vecchio returned, Ray Kowalski feared his time at the 27^th was up and he would have to go back to the mess that was his life before he accepted this escape. Luckily for him, that didn’t happen. He also discovered what a good friend he had in Fraser, and that his life really wasn’t as out of whack as he thought. The past was over and done with, and he left it behind permanently to become a part of this station and this squad of detectives.

"Yes, Sir," Ray asked as he entered the office.

"Kowalski, why’d Fraser leave the wolf here,’ Lt. Welsh, a big imposing man when standing, sat in his chair and proved to be just as intimidating while seated.

"There’s an Ambassador from God knows where staying at the Consulate for a few days. He’s allergic to dogs, and since the Inspector doesn’t care for Dief too much anyways, she had him…banned."

Welsh nodded. "So we get to babysit him for the next few days?"

Ray shook his head. "Just me, Sir."

"Whatever." He raised an index finger and pointed it at the detective. "Now get me straight. I love dogs as much as anybody else, but he is not a sworn in police dog. The only reason I let the Mountie run around here helping us solve crimes is because he is an officer of the law. Not our laws, but that’s beside the point." Welsh paused and Ray took the opportunity to speak.
"I know what this has to do with, Sir. You’re still ticked that he stole your cruller last week, aren’t you?" Ray couldn’t help the small smile that spread across his face.

Welsh gave him an annoyed look. "Nothing is safe around that wolf."

"Half-wolf."

"What’s the other half, cat burglar?"

"No, Sir, I think it’s Husky," Ray answered with a serious tone, but inside he was fighting the urge to laugh. "He chases cats."

Welsh stared at him a moment and continued. "The point is, I don’t want him moping around the station, stealing things off people’s desks. Keep him at home."

"But…."

"What?!"

"He needs to get out. Being cooped up all day freaks him out. Fraser told me that."
"Well he’s just going to have to put up with it for a few days, won’t he," Welsh replied in a tone that clinched the argument.

Ray glanced out the office windows toward his desk, then back to the Lieutenant. "Sir."

"No! I don’t wanna hear it, Detective! The wolf, dog, wolf/dog, whatever, stays home!"

Ray sighed. "Could I take a few days off, then, Sir?"

"No."

Ray tapped his foot nervously. He didn’t want Dief to be alone in his apartment all day for the next three or four days. He would probably destroy the place. And then Fraser would owe him big time! I like my place the way it is, and Dief is not getting a chance to tear it up.

"Maybe we can work out a compromise," he suggested. Lt. Welsh looked up at him with impatience and determination that the matter was already settled. But Welsh was nothing if he wasn’t fair. He nodded slowly, once, signaling Ray to throw his idea out. "What if I work outside the station? I have a lot of people to interview, so Dief could come along and be out of your hair, and he wouldn’t be going nuts at my place. I’ll do all that footwork I haven’t had the chance to do lately because some weird guy who dresses in red suits and goofy pants keeps distracting me with other cases he stumbles upon."

Welsh nodded. "That’s a fair compromise. Good thinking, Kowalski." Welsh smiled. "And just to show you what a nice guy I am, when you do come in to write reports, I’ll let you bring the dog along. It’s too hot for him to be left in the car."

"Thanks, Sir," Ray grinned.

"As long as he doesn’t steal anything of mine." Welsh’s eyes hardened.

"I’ll make sure he trolls Huey and Dewey’s desks, Sir. I promise!"

"Okay, fine. Have fun with your new partner, Kowalski." Welsh waved him out of the office.

"Hey Dief, buddy! I just saved your butt with Welsh," Ray announced to the animal who was still lying on the floor pouting. He raised his head to stare at Ray. "You and me are gonna be partners for the next few days. We’re doing field work, so ya better get out of that mood right now." He slipped a small notebook into his jacket, checked his weapon and stuck it into its holster, and then slammed the desk drawer. The sound made Dief sit up and Ray laughed. He always figured that story Fraser told him about how Dief became deaf was a bunch of hooey. If this dog is deaf, I’m Helen Keller.

"Come on, Dief, let’s book," Ray ordered, his lips nowhere in the line of Dief’s sight. He knew the animal would follow, if he wasn’t in a stubborn streak. He felt the fur on Dief’s side bump against his knee, and he looked down. "Trust me, you’re gonna like this a lot more than lazing around the Consulate while Fraser, Turnbull and the Ice Queen bend over backwards for some loony ambassador."

Dief was just as bored with Ray as if he had been at the consulate. Ray could see their trips around town visiting witnesses and checking on leads were seriously cutting into Dief’’s accustomed leisure time. After a hearty lunch at one of Ray’s favorite greasy spoons, he drove to his apartment and let Dief inside.

"Okay, I’m gonna finish the afternoon without you." He spoke while looking Dief in the eye, just so the wolf was certain to know the rules. "While I’m gone, you better behave. If I find anything chewed up, out of place," he glanced around at the mess he called home, shrugged, and continued, "or missing, you’re dead meat. Oh, and don’t even think of molesting the turtle!" He ruffled the fur on Dief’s head before digging in the cupboard. He found a large bowl, filled it with water and placed it on the floor in the kitchen. "And don’t spill this! Okay? Okay! See ya tonight, Dief."

For the first hour after Ray was gone, Dief amused himself by walking around the apartment, sniffing piles of clothing on the floor in Ray’s room, searching for tidbits on the kitchen floor, and checking out…the turtle. He saw the aquarium on the short bookshelf, but he could not see what was inside. The fact that there was no water in it puzzled him. No water, no fish. What’s up with this?

Dief stopped within inches of the furniture on which it stood. He saw a reflection of something on the side of the glass, and it intrigued him. Dief launched his front paws upwards. Instead of latching onto the top of the bookcase, he snagged the edge of the aquarium. Oh, this was a much better plan! He could see the creature inside it now. It was a flying saucer with legs! Dief dipped his snout into the glass pen and sniffed at it. He leaned in a little further, just to get a better look. He had to hop a little to get closer.

In the next second, he felt the contraption falling. With lightning speed, he jumped back before it fell and shattered into a thousand pieces. Dief cowered against the wall until the noise stopped and then gazed on the freed reptile.

Come on, little creature! You’re free! Come with me and we’ll get you out of here. That human is nice enough, but it’s cruel of him to keep you locked up like that. Let’s go! We have to wait at the door! Dief watched the turtle move slowly, and his impatience grew with each minute. A knock on the door startled him. You see? This is our chance! If the human finds out I freed you, we’ll both be in big trouble. We have to leave now!

Dief gazed at the turtle, and he realized it was useless. The thing wasn’t even going in the right direction! He lunged forward, picked up the turtle in his powerful jaws and carried it to the door.

"Detective Kowalski? Are you all right in there," the voice on the other side questioned. "Detective Kowalski?"

Dief waited until the door opened. It was the woman he recognized as the landlady. Dief waited for the right moment to sneak by her, but she quickly grabbed his collar.

"Hey, what are you doing here, buddy? Did Kowalski’s loopy friend leave you here?" She gave the wolf a once-over. "What are you doing with that turtle in your mouth? Give me that!"

No, you can’t have him! I’ll never let you tyrannize this creature again by caging him! Dief fought against her grip, but the turtle’s shell was smooth and slippery against his teeth. The woman succeeded in wresting him away. Dief growled at her and jumped for the turtle.

"No! You can’t have the turtle! Just think what Raymond will say when he finds out what you did!" Dief hopped again, opening his mouth to take the turtle. He knew he could get it if she would only stop moving the poor thing around! Once more, and he was certain he would be victorious!

"Stop it, you mangy mutt! I’m going to call the dog pound if you don’t knock it…" The woman gasped as Dief lunged one last time, jerking the turtle away from his trajectory. Instead of snagging the turtle, he clamped onto her arm. She shrieked and whacked him hard enough in the head that Dief saw stars. He fell to the ground and collected himself. "Help! Somebody chain him up!"

Dief could not understand her words, but he knew body language. This woman was on the warpath now! The only thing to do was escape, and if it meant leaving the odd creature behind, so be it. There came a time when self-preservation ruled out everything else. That was a lesson his master needed to learn, Dief thought as he took off down the hall in search of a way out.

"Unit 117, this is Dispatch."

Ray slid into the driver’s seat, slipped the mic off its cradle and replied, "117."

"We’ve got a disturbance report at your apartment building," the dispatcher reported. "The landlady says a dog bit her while she was…rescuing a turtle from him."

"Repeat that, please," Ray asked, not sure he heard correctly the first time. The dispatcher repeated the message. He hung his head and took a deep breath, trying to calm the emotions boiling to the surface in a matter of nanoseconds. Dief! You can’t leave him alone for five minutes! "Ten-four, I’m on my way."

Ray slammed his door and kicked the car into gear. When he got his hands on that wolf there would be hell to pay if he did anything to damage his turtle. Not to mention the landlady. He bit her? Why? Ray had visions of quarantine and rabies shots swirling in his mind all the way home. He debated calling Fraser. He has enough to worry about with that ambassador in town. No, I’m not going to bother him unless it’s really serious.

His first stop was the landlady’s apartment, despite his concern over what his apartment might look like. She answered his knock immediately and scowled at him. His look of deep concern softened her. Try as she might, she could never stay mad at Ray. His charming smile would cover a multitude of sins as far as she was concerned. Besides, this was the first problem she’d had that was related to him. He never gave her any trouble before. There had to be a good reason for the dog being in his apartment, and she was certain he would tell her and explain the whole thing.

"Are you okay," Ray asked hurriedly and glanced down at her arm. A Band-Aid covered a small patch near her wrist.

She sighed. "Yeah. More scared than anything. What the hell was that dog doing up in your apartment?"

"I’m watching him for my friend, Fraser."

She smirked. "Oh, that fella who looks like he belongs in the circus, right?"

"Yeah." Ray grinned. "Dief was with me all morning, but he started dragging me down, so I brought him here. He’s usually pretty good if you explain the rules to him, but…." He trailed off, seeing the strange look she was giving him. He shrugged. "The key word of course is ‘usually.’ But Dief is not the kind that would just bite somebody. What were you doing when he bit you?"

"Well," she drew out. "He didn’t really bite me, just scraped me." Guilt stained her cheeks.

"Still, he must have had a reason. He would never hurt anyone unless you were threatening something."

The landlady’s eyes widened. "That’s it," she breathed. "He must have thought I was hurting the turtle!"

"What happened with the turtle," Ray asked, biting back his anxiety. Sure, it was a dumb turtle. But he had it for a long time, and he was quite fond of it.

"The dog got it out of its cage, and he was trying to take off with it. I stopped him and got the turtle out of his grip. I was afraid he would crush it in his jaws!"

Ray nodded. "Dief probably thought he was liberating him."

The landlady aborted a snicker. "Yeah. I guess that’s what he was trying to do. I didn’t think of it that way."

Ray sighed. "So, where’s the turtle, and where’s Dief?"

"I brought the turtle here with me," the landlady replied as she stepped over to a cardboard box. She lifted it out and handed it to Ray. "His shell has a few dents in it on the bottom, but otherwise he looks okay."

Ray inspected the turtle’s underside and nodded. "But where’s Dief? Did you call animal control?"

"No. I wanted to wait until you got here. I don’t know where the dog is. He took off after he nipped me."

"Okay. I’m going to put him back in his aquarium, and then search for Dief." Ray sighed heavily. It would not be easy to find Dief. He could be anywhere by now.

"Let me know if you need anything," the landlady offered.

"Thanks." At the door, he turned and gazed at her arm again. "You sure you’re okay?"

"Yeah," she smiled. "It’s just a small scratch. I washed it out real good, slapped the Band-Aid on, and it’ll heal. Not even a big enough to do to need stitches."

"Good." He paused. "I’m really sorry about this. I thought I could trust him…."

"Don’t worry about it. Just find him. He’s probably out there, scared stiff because he’s lost."

Ray laughed. "I don’t know about that. Dief is pretty happy in the city. He’s probably loving his freedom. But I have to get out there before some dog catcher finds him first."

After saying his farewells, Ray hurried to his apartment with the turtle. He did not expect the mess that awaited him in the living room. Glass shards radiated in a six foot half circle around where the aquarium used to sit. He groaned in annoyance. He would have to find something temporary for the turtle to live in and pick up a new home on his way back to the apartment. After he found Dief, of course. That was his main concern right now.

Seeing that he had no good alternatives, Ray took the turtle to the bathroom and placed him in the tub. At least this way the clean up would be easier. He left a bowl of greens and ran a little water for him, then left the apartment. The glass could wait until later. The most obvious places to look for a junk food junkie dog/wolf were the donut shops. At the fourth one, he found the animal in the alley, feasting on day old treats that the manager threw out for him. He licked raspberry jam off his snout as Ray approached warily. He hoped his theory that Dief was protecting the turtle was true, and not that the wolf had gone off the deep end.

Dief, knowing he was in big trouble, bowed his head and whined for mercy. He lowered his body into the ultimate pose of contrition and submission, hoping Ray would forgive and forget.

"You," Ray exclaimed as he pointed at the animal, "are in deep deep trouble! We’re talking big. When Fraser hears what you did…."

Dief looked up at him and whined pitifully. He gave the man his best puppy dog eyes. But he saw it was useless. The human was mad, and when this one got angry, there was little one could do to assuage him until the storm blew over.

"Uhuh, don’t give me any of that! It may work on Fraser, but not me," Ray scolded. "I ought to take you back to the Consulate right now, and as punishment you could be locked up in Fraser’s office for the next three days. How would you like that?"

Dief hung his head and hid his nose under a paw, moaning low for added effect. He snuck a glance at the human and saw the unmistakable signs of him in deep thought. Now was his opportunity! If he could only charm the detective into giving him another chance, he would be on his best behavior for sure! Dief stood on all four paws and looked straight into the man’s eyes. He smiled, or at least what passed for a doggie smile. His tongue lolled and he wagged his tail, stepped forward and rubbed himself against the man’s leg.

"I know what you’re trying to do, Dief. If you’re looking for a pushover, I ain’t it." He snapped his fingers. "I got an idea! I know just where to take you until Fraser is able to pick you up." He turned as he beckoned the wolf. "Come on, Dief!"

Dief followed warily, unsure of what Ray had in mind. He trusted this human to not have something unpleasant in mind, like the dog pound. But what could be better than his apartment? There were so many nooks and crannies left uncharted today! He wanted to go back and explore them. After his transgressions, he knew he deserved nothing but kibble and water at the local pound for at least a month. But as they rode down the tree-lined residential streets, he had no doubt his destination would be far less unpleasant.

Ray stopped in front of a small brick house, parked and turned off the engine. "We’re here, Dief. Come on." He smiled and ruffled Dief’s fur. "Really. You’re gonna like it here."

Dief trotted along behind Ray and took in the well-manicured lawns, shrubbery and trees. It was a paradise of scents! What luck, to be holed up in this neighborhood. This was the best prison he could ever hope for!

"Stanley! Come on in! I see you brought a friend," the woman behind the screen grinned.

Ray opened the door and let Dief enter first. "Yeah, Mom. This is Fraser’s dog, um, half-wolf, Diefenbaker."

"Hello there, sweetheart," Ray’s Mom crooned as she got down to Dief’s level and gave him the best petting he’d had all day. He moved with her hands as they stroked deep into his fur. "You’re so pretty! Yes you are!"

"Mom, don’t get too carried away. You’ll spoil him. Fraser would tell you, he’s insufferable enough as it is." Ray paused as he stuck his hands into his back pockets. "Maybe it’s not such a great idea to leave him here with you."

"Oh nonsense, Stanley! We’ll treat him like he was our own. And now Max will have a playmate!"

At that moment, as if he heard his cue, a small white dog sashayed into the room. Maximillian MacGillicuddy MacDougall, known affectionately as Max, was the pride of Barbara and Damian Kowalski’s home now that their children were adults and on their own. He was a full-grown pure-bred West Highland Terrier that the couple found for sale through an ad in the paper. It was obvious by the off-color stripe down his back that he came from a line of over-bred dogs, but from his demeanor one would never know he was anything less than dignified.

Max ruled the roost in more ways than one. Barbara always made sure to cook a little of each meal just for him, and he was always served first. Once, Ray remarked, "The dog gets the good stuff and we get the leftovers." Barbara looked as if he’d just insulted his brother. Indeed, they sometimes teasingly referred to Max as his brother, which irritated Ray to no end. But to keep peace in the family, he kept his mouth shut.

"Hey, Maxie," Ray greeted the little dog. His big brown eyes looked at Ray and immediately his tail wagged like a windshield wiper gone berserk. Ray grinned. "Hey buddy. They still treatin’ ya okay?" Max jumped onto his hind legs and danced a couple steps before snuggling up to Ray’s leg. He scratched the dog behind the ears the way he always liked it. "Oh yeah. No doubt about it. You’re a spoiled brat."

"That’s not nice to say," Barbara admonished.

"Oh come on, Mom. You know it’s true. We would never get away with the stuff the mutt gets away with."

"He’s not a mutt," Barbara sniffed as she clasped Max to her and caressed his belly. She cooed, "He’s our baby."

Whatever, Mom. "So, you have no problem with Dief being here for a couple days or so?"

"Of course not! He and Max will get along just fine. Won’t you sweeties?" Barbara put Max down on the floor.

The leader of the home turf circled the newcomer, while Dief watched him with interest. They sniffed the air and each other, sizing up the relationship, testing the waters. After Max completed a circle around Dief, he hopped forward and took a playful lunge at the larger dog. Dief ducked his head and attempted a nip at Max’s hind quarters as the little dog dodged past. In no time at all they were engaged in a spirited game of tag.

"Alright, kids! You can do that outside," Barbara declared as she stepped in between the two. She picked up Max and addressed Dief. "Let’s go outside and enjoy the nice weather! You’ll like our yard. There’s so much room to run, and …." Her voice faded as she disappeared out the back door. Ray let out a relieved breath. He was worried that he would feel a stab of conscience for bringing Dief, but apparently it was no trouble as far as his mother was concerned. Just one more to love.

Ray took a few moments to chat with his father before he had to leave. Barbara extracted a promise from him to come back for supper, and he promised he would if work didn’t keep him away. Guilt at foisting Dief on his parents, no matter that they seemed to not mind, forced Ray back to the house for supper that night. Afterwards, he offered to take both dogs for a walk. He hated having to deal with anything they might want to leave behind, but he felt he owed it to his parents for their free dog sitting services.

Dief and Max developed an instant bond, it was obvious. Ray knew now why he was so reluctant to let Dief stay. Max was a smaller version of the conniving wolf. He knew just how to push everyone’s buttons to get what he wanted. He was so smart, some words had to be spelled around him, and even then there were times the dog understood. He knew when he was bad, and would always turn on the charm to get back in everyone’s good graces again. When the offense was serious enough, he knew it by the tone of someone’s voice. In those cases, he would skulk off to his self-designated "time out" corner and wait until the humans were no longer angry with him.

Max and Dief walked side by side. The wolf accommodated Max’s shorter legs and paced himself so his little friend would not tire from the effort to keep up. Now and then, he nipped at Max’s heels to tease him into moving faster. Max barked in false protest, and Dief pranced to the end of his leash.

"Hey, buddy. Settle down," Ray admonished. Max lunged at Dief playfully, and suddenly they wove around each other and twisted their leashes together. "Aww come on, you guys! Look what you did! Look, I’ve had a long day, and I’m not in the mood for untangling dog leashes." Ray kneeled on the sidewalk and worked at the knot they created. "Don’t pull! Can’t you guys cooperate, just once? You know Dief, you could show a little appreciation for me bringing you to the house. I could have had Fraser lock you up at the Consulate. So don’t forget that. That’s always an option." He glared at the wolf, who was tossing his head as if he were laughing at the man. "Yeah, we’ll see who’s laughing when you’re cooped up in Fraser’s room!"

Dief whined a little protest. "Well, if you don’t want that, then you have to behave. Don’t go teaching Max any bad tricks. God knows he knows enough of them himself." The leashes suddenly slipped apart and Ray stood. "Okay, now. You two better be good. No tangling the leashes and no funny stuff. Got it?" Both looked at him and turned away before stepping forward again.

"Jeez. I can’t believe I’m talkin’ to the dogs," Ray shook his head and mumbled. "Next thing ya know I’ll be talkin’ to myself and answering!" He shuddered at the thought.

"Hi there! Nice dogs," a soft voice said, and he looked up.

"Thanks." Wow, I never knew if it was true that dogs were babe magnets. Now I do. Even Max and Dief stopped to check out this beauty.

"I’ve seen this little guy around before," the brunette smiled as she leaned over to pet Max. "But you’re a new one." She cautiously gave Dief her attention and quickly found she had nothing to fear.

"They’re both gluttons for attention," Ray said with a hint of embarrassment. "This is Max, and this trouble maker is Dief."

"Nice to meet you guys," she smiled and petted them both. Then she looked up at Ray. "And who are you?"

"R-Ray. Ray Kowalski." He could have kicked himself for stammering, but she was just so arrestingly beautiful, and he couldn’t believe that she would give him the time of day while the dogs were doing such a great job of capturing her attention.

"Maddie Cain. I live a few doors down from Max." She smiled as she stood.

"Maddie." Ray smiled. "Nice to meet you."

Dief barked sharply, and Ray looked down. "What’s the matter? Jealous?" Maddie laughed, and Ray blushed. To be caught talking to the dog in public! What am I thinking? He addressed her. "Sorry. You would not believe the capacity this character has for communication. And I thought my friend Fraser was nuts to talk to him all the time!"

Maddie nodded in agreement. "They can be annoying sometimes with what they know, can’t they?"

"Yeah."

She pointed to Dief. "And he looks like a trouble maker."

"Oh yeah, you hit that one on the head," Ray laughed and related the day’s adventures to her. By the time he was done, she was laughing with him. "Dogs, huh?"

"Dogs." Maddie shook her head. "It’s amazing that despite all they do, people still love them. It must cultivate the forgiving side of us." She laughed.

During their conversation, the couple walked with the two dogs. Maddie grabbed Max’s leash when he attempted to play tangle up with Dief again, so each had an animal under their supposed control. But now they stood in front of the Kowalski home. The sun was almost gone, streaking the sky behind them into surreal shades of orange, pink, blue and purple. Mosquitoes buzzed around them, looking for a prime spot to sit and dine.

"So, do you go out walking with the pooches every night," Maddie asked with a hopeful smile. "I’m surprised I haven’t seen you before."

"Nah. I don’t live here. This is my folks’ place," he indicated the house behind him. "After what Dief did today, I brought him here so he wouldn’t be bored while I was at work, or cause any more trouble."

Maddie nodded. "What do you do?"

"I’m a cop."

Maddie raised an eyebrow and drew out, "Really."

Ray laughed self-consciously. "Don’t I look like one?"

"Not while you’re walking the dogs."

"I could show you my gun." He suddenly blushed and added, "And my badge." Then he pulled back his jacket so she could see the two in the dimming light.

"Sure enough," Maddie smiled. "Well, it’s nice to know that sweet guys like you are keeping our streets safe." She cast her eyes down and watched the dogs, who were both looking at her expectantly. She shook her head. "Well, I should really get going. It was nice meeting you. All of you," she added with pats on both animals’ heads.

"C-can I call you," Ray asked and startled himself. Where he got that burst of courage, he’d never know!

Maddie faced him and sighed. "Sorry, but I don’t think my husband would like that." She smiled once more. "I’ll see ya around, Officer."

When she was out of earshot, Ray looked down at the two in consternation. "Hey, don’t you know the rules? You guys are supposed to be attracting SINGLE women. Single means no boyfriends, no husbands. Got that?" He paused, rubbed his forehead and shook his head. "I’m doing it again. I’m talkin’ to the dogs!" Ray shook off the embarrassment and pulled on their leashes. "Okay guys, let’s go back to the house."

Ray stopped by the house on his way to work, even if it was inconvenient. He wanted to make sure Dief was not being a burden on his folks, but it was obvious he was anything but. When Ray arrived, the two animals were side by side in the kitchen eating their breakfast. Ray had to do a double-take when he saw what was in their water bowls.

"Milk? You’re giving them milk, Mom?"

Barbara grinned. "It’s alright, Stanley. It’s only skim. The vet says it’s okay, and they like it, so…" she shrugged. "There’s plenty left. You want a bowl of cereal before you hit the road?"

Leftovers again. He wrinkled his nose. "No thanks. Coffee’s fine." Barbara shook her head. He would never change! She poured some into his travel mug while Ray watched the two dogs eat. "What else did you give them, French toast?"

"Heavens, no! Your father would have a fit if I did that. He spoils Max as much as I do, though there are lines he wouldn’t cross."

"Well, at least I’m not the only sane person in this family." He dodged the fist aimed at his upper arm and laughed. He glanced at his watch. "Uhoh, I better get out of here! Welsh is gonna put ME in the dog house if I’m late this morning." He took a swig of his coffee. "Decaf. Yecch!" He pecked his mother on the cheek. "Love you anyway. See you later, Mom." He turned his attention on Dief. "And YOU behave today!"

Dief gave him a doggy smile and returned to his bowl. Barbara quickly hugged Ray and returned the kiss. "You look so sharp today."

"Got a court day. That’s why Welsh is gonna be upset if I’m late. I have some reviewing to do before I show up for the case." He disengaged himself from his mother’s embrace and said his good byes once more. He passed his father in the living room, greeted him, and hurried out the door.

It really was a good thing Ray had somewhere to take Dief. He had forgotten about the court appearance until last night, when he arrived home and found the reminder from Welsh on his answering machine. He frowned as he recalled that night. The relief at seeing Dief well taken care of faded when he entered the apartment. The glass shards were still where he left them, and they would have to be swept up immediately. Ray was tired. He really wanted to go to bed, but he pulled out the broom and dustpan, then set his mind on finishing the job quickly. In the morning he vowed to check the floor again for anything that might have fallen into a crack in the wooden slats.

Of course, he forgot. On his way to check on the turtle and feed him, he found one of the insidious pieces that tucked itself into just the right place. It cut into the bottom of his bare foot and caused him to mutter a few choice words. Once mended, he returned to the turtle and finished his task. "I swear, Dief is really lucky he’s not here right now."

As his injured foot pressed the gas pedal, Ray noted it hurt less than earlier. Dief is one lucky dog. But could he really blame him? He was bored. Dogs are like kids, in the respect that they get into trouble when they have nothing better to do. He shrugged. It’s probably best that I don’t have a dog of my own.

While Ray suffered through a day of court, Dief and Max had a fine time together. Barbara and Damian Kowalski spoiled Dief worse than he’d ever been. Not only was the food notches about boring dog chow, but there were treats of chewy sticks after each walk. Milk bones, offered with lots of playing ‘gimme that’, rawhide pieces scattered about the house, and fuzzy toys to play with: this was Max’s world, and Dief melded in as if he were one of the family.

But the piece de resistance was not one, but two, rides in the car each day. Dief especially liked the trip along the lakeshore. There were a lot more interesting smells and sights along the route. Both dogs rode with their heads out the passenger side windows. Max’s fur fluttered around his face in the wind, and though Dief’s was too short to do the same, it didn’t diminish his enjoyment. People stopped and waved as the car slipped past, and parents pointed them out to their children. Ah, they loved the attention! Max looked ready to spring out of the car at any moment, but Barbara had a hold on him just under the front legs.

"Okay Max, that’s enough, now," Barbara admonished before they reached the end of the strip where they would turn away from the lake and head home. Max, always stubborn, refused to pull his head inside. Though he was small, there was a lot of power in that body, and he used it when it suited him. Which it did at that moment. "What is the matter with you? You know Daddy is getting ready to take us home. Now, get in here!" She noticed where the dog’s sights were set. "Uhoh, it’s a s-q-u-i-r-r-e-l. Damian, you better roll up the window in back before Dief gets half a mind to go after it."

At that moment, Max growled low. In an instant, he wriggled out of Barbara’s grasp and sprang from the open window. She gasped in horror as she saw him flying in slow motion, with Dief right behind him. "Stop the car!"

Damian obeyed, and the car jerked to a halt in an open parking space. They were lucky to find one at a time when it was desperately needed. Before the car’s engine died, Barbara was out and running after the dogs, screaming their names. Damian wasn’t far behind, huffing and puffing for the both of them.

Dief and Max lost the squirrel, but running in the long strip of park along the lake was too much fun to end. They barely noticed Barbara trying to keep up. Max had never done this before, and the feeling of freedom was unbelievable. For Dief, running wild was old hat, but something he didn’t get to do very often if he wasn’t chasing a criminal at the same time. They were both having the time of their lives.

"Diefenbaker! Max!" Barbara was finding it more difficult to call out their names. Despite Max’s short legs, he had the advantage of four to a human’s two, and both he and Dief were too far ahead to heed her.

"Barb," Damian puffed. "Stop! Wait up!"

Barbara, seeing the futility of chasing the dogs, slowed and stopped. She caught her breath while her husband caught up. "Damian, Stanley is going to kill us when he finds out we lost Dief!"

"I’m not worried about Raymond," Damian puffed. "What about his Mountie friend? It’s his dog!"

"We have to catch them before the dog pound gets them!" She looked at her husband warily. "Are you alright, Sweetheart?"

"Yeah, yeah. I’ll be fine…once I get a little…air."

Barbara nodded. Patting his arm, she said, "I’ll get the car. You wait here."

"Don’t…have to tell me."

Barbara ran back to the car, or at least where she remembered the car was parked. She had to stop and think. Turning around in a circle, she surveyed the area. I’m certain this is where I jumped out! Where is it? She walked a little further, hoping maybe she’d misjudged where she exited the car. Then she walked a little further, just to be sure. But it was nowhere to be seen! Barbara put her hands on her hips and looked up and down the line of vehicles against the curb.

She didn’t know how long she stood there, but obviously it was a good amount of time. Damian stood beside her with a worried look of his own. "You know, the car was back there. Or at least, that’s where I parked it." He pointed to the space where a pickup truck sat.

"You’re certain you parked it there?"

"Absolutely."

"Then where is it," her voice rose.

"Hey, don’t yell at me! You tore out of that car like it was on fire, and I did the best I could to get into that space…."

"And you left the keys inside, I’ll bet," she exclaimed.

"No, I did not, for your information," Damian countered and held up the key ring before her nose.

"Oh," she said softly. "I’m sorry. I thought you must have for it to have disappeared so quickly." She scanned the line of vehicles again and shook her head. "It must be a mistake. We’re looking in the wrong place."

"I don’t think so, dear."

Her brow furrowed. "And while we waste time, the dogs are running loose in the middle of the city!" Her voice trembled.

Damian took her hand and squeezed it. "It’s alright. We’ll find them and the car. Eventually." Her head swung around and she gave him a look, but he ignored it. "Let’s get a cab and go to the station."

"We’re not going to the 27^th, are we?" Barbara looked worried.

"Are you kidding? We’d never hear the end of the jokes if we did. That is, after Raymond finishes chewing us out for losing the dogs. No, we’ll go to any place but there."

"Good." She breathed a sigh of relief.

Ray was so happy to be out of that courtroom. It was a boring case, especially since it was pretty open and shut, at least from his point of view. But the defendant had a slick lawyer, and he tried everything possible to refute the evidence. Thankfully, the prosecuting attorney had an excellent witness in Ray, and none of the shark’s arguments held water. His client was going down for a long time. It always gave him a boost to help put some scumbag away for awhile.

Though it was after hours, Ray decided to swing by the station, check in with Welsh to see if anything earth-shattering happened that day, and check for any important messages. Then he would go pick up Dief at his parents’, unless they spoiled him to the point that he would refuse to leave with Ray. Deep down, he hoped it wouldn’t happen. He’d be doing an awful lot of apologizing to Fraser otherwise.

As he entered the building, Huey and Dewey were on their way out. Dewey gave Ray a lopsided grin. "Hey hey, look at this guy! All dressed up and no place to go, huh buddy?"

Ray returned his grin and raised it with a glare. "Court date, moron."

"That’s right. The only other way you’d get him to dress like that is if he’s got a hot date or it’s his funeral. Right, Jack?"

"Yep."

Jack was eyeing Ray strangely, and he didn’t like it. Something was up. "What’s the matter, Jack? Looks like you’ve got something on your mind." The more the man stared, the more nervous Ray became.

"My buddy Vinny, from the 12^th, called to tell me a couple by the name of Kowalski came into their precinct this afternoon to report a stolen vehicle," Jack declared.

"There are probably a hundred Kowalskis in this city."

"Not too many with your parents’ names, driving a ’57 Chevy with Arizona plates," Jack retorted. "You know, Ray, you ought to remind them they have to turn those in and get registered here. They’ve been here how long now?"

Ray flapped a hand. "Yeah, yeah. Later. You’re telling me their car got stolen? From where?"

"The lakeshore." Jack related the sketchy details he knew. "And that’s not all."

"Uhoh." Ray frowned. "How could it get any worse?"

"Your parents were chasing down the dogs at the time, and they were unsuccessful in catching them. So now there’s a half-wolf/half-dog running around Chicago with a West Highland Terrier as a sidekick." The picture suddenly made him and his partner laugh. "I think they ought to rename them Butch and Sundance. What do you think, Tom?"

"How about Robin Hood and Little John, considering how that wolf likes to swipe people’s food."

"Hardy har har." Ray was anything but amused. He crossed his arms and asked, "Did your friend say where they were?"

"How should he know? The dog catchers got the APB on them," Jack replied with a stifled snicker.

"Not the dogs! My parents!"

"Ohhhhhhh," Jack nodded. "They went home. I think a cruiser gave them a ride, don’t know for sure."

Ray mumbled, "Thanks, Jack." He turned toward the car and saw a flash of red out of the corner of his eye. In a heartbeat, his stomach sank to his feet.

"Ray!"

Ray put on as cheerful a look as he could. "Fraser, buddy! What are you doing here? Don’t you have an ambassador to be wining and dining or something?"

Fraser smiled and shook his head. "He left this afternoon. Some urgent matter came up in his country, and he had to go back."

"What kind of urgent matter?" Probably nothing like two dogs missing.

Fraser winced. "I think some other little neighboring country is threatening war."

"Oh, is that all."

Fraser nodded, ignoring Ray’s attempt at a joke. He pulled on his earlobe nervously and looked around. "Where’s Dief?"

"Oh, he uh, he…he’s at my folks’."

Fraser frowned. "Oh dear. He didn’t give you that much trouble, did he?"

"Nah," Ray scoffed. Though he hated to lie to Fraser, this was for his own good. Ray knew he would react negatively to the situation at hand and probably ground Dief for a year if he knew what really happened. "He was bored with me, and he seemed to like being with Max. Plus, Mom and Dad were only too happy to get him off my hands while I worked." He unlocked his door. "As a matter of fact, I was just on my way over there."

"Excellent! I’ll ride with you, then," Fraser declared with a smile.

"That’s not really necessary, Fraser."

Fraser smiled. "I don’t see why not. Believe it or not, I’ve missed Dief. I’m anxious to see him again." Fraser sat in the passenger seat. "Shall we?"

Ray swallowed and nodded. The ride to his parents’ house was torture. How was he going to tell Fraser what he knew? Or should he pretend he didn’t know? He was surprised that one of his parents didn’t call him with the news. They’re probably too embarrassed to admit they lost the dogs. Where could they be? This is a big city, and I know Dief can go a long way before he has to stop and rest. Max wouldn’t have the stamina to keep up. What if Dief decides he’s bogging down his plans for adventure and ditches him? The idea sent a streak of dread through him. But no, he corrected himself, Dief would never do that. Would he?

Dief trotted to the corner and waited for Max to catch up. They had been on the move for several hours now, and though the smaller dog had a hard time keeping up at times, Dief was impressed at his tenaciousness. This wasn’t just a selfish bid for freedom, he decided. He was doing Max a favor by getting him out of the house and exercising. He obviously needed it! Max was not fat, just out of shape when compared to Dief. But then, Dief never took into account that he was a much bigger dog and more powerful.

Okay, I know there’s a donut shop around here somewhere, Dief thought.

It’s up there. I can smell it, Max thought.

So can I. What are you saying, that your nose is better than mine? Dief stopped and stared down at the Westie.

Max held his ground. No, I’m not. I’m just assuring you that your instincts are right.

It’s not instincts, pal. It’s….

What?

Dief shook his head. I don’t know. Doesn’t matter. Come on, we have to get something to eat! I’m starved.

Me too. What I wouldn’t give for some nice roast chicken breast right now.

Dief huffed. Spoiled rotten is what you are!

And you’re not?

The duo trotted side by side as they communicated. Dief tipped his snout in the air at Max’s last thought, but his stride never broke. Max wore a doggie grin. He knew he’d hit the nail on the head, but Max was too proud to admit it.

Max was surprised that no humans had bothered to stop them in all the time they were out and about. An unleashed dog was an unusual occurrence, and two together was unheard of. Maybe they’re scared of us. Yes, that’s it! He grinned at the thought that anyone could be scared of little old him. But Max had been known to put the fear of God in more than one squirrel and rabbit. Maybe it worked on humans too, but in this case all he had to do was saunter down a city street with no restraints. Cool!

Dief led him into the alley and stopped at a door. In the summer heat, the donut shop kitchen was stifling, so the help left the back door open. Dief knew exactly where to put his snout for the leverage on the screen door. He pulled, and it opened. He was quick enough to get his body wedged into the opening before it closed, and he waited while Max squeezed in under his body. Then he stepped inside and the screen slammed behind him.

That was easy, Max turned to face Dief.

Yeah, easy for you. You got in through me, Dief complained.

Ohboy! Look at all the donuts! Max ignored Dief’s indignance and wandered around the area, looking up with longing at all the pastries on the countertops. How are we going to get them?

Watch a pro work, kid. Dief stepped to an alcove. He clamped his jaws around the leg of a step stool and dragged it out into the open. Pausing long enough to make sure the noise did not attract any attention, he pulled it until one leg bumped against the cabinetry. Now watch and learn, he advised Max. Two steps up, and Dief was eye level with the donuts. Max ducked into a corner when tire-shaped food came flying from Dief’s direction.

Pick them up! Pick them up! Max looked at Dief and cocked his head. We have to grab what we can before they come in and catch us! Dief quickly pattered down the steps and grabbed several donuts in his big mouth. Max took what he could, a grand total of two. Before he was outside, he’d bitten through them and had to go back for two more. Just as he picked them up and turned to the door, which Dief had open and waiting, the inevitable happened.

"Hey! You donut stealing thieves!" The big man loomed over Max. Lucky for the Westie, he was naturally barely above the floor, so it was easy for him to hunker down and slip away from the man’s outstretched hands. Max’s small body slithered under Dief’s, and the two darted out of the building. The screen smacked closed behind them, but the angry man was not far behind. "I’m going to get you! One of these days, you’re dead meat you dirty thieves!"

Dief and Max ran until they were certain the man would no longer follow. The donuts suffered little damage in their flight, so once they’d caught their breath, they ate them quickly. Then Dief suggested a walk by the lake.

But won’t they be looking for us there, Max wondered.

No. They’ve already combed the area, I’m sure. They’ll be checking the neighborhoods. We’re in more danger of getting caught where we are now.

Okay, let’s go. Let’s find a place to rest once we get there. I’m tired.

Sure, we can do that.

They walked to the lakeshore and took in the sights along the way, keeping an eye out for the law. Though Dief did not relish being an outlaw, sometimes one just had to bend the rules a bit to gain any freedom. He felt a little guilty that he dragged Max into it. This dog probably never did anything like this in his life. If he’d taken the initiative on his own, Dief had no doubt that he would be hopelessly lost and starving. It was a good thing he had me around to help.

The sun was beginning to set and the crowds were thinning. Dief knew from the restaurants they passed that it was dinnertime for the humans. The beach was sure to be far less crowded than it had been earlier. With it being summer and school out, Dief did not appreciate a beach full of screaming kids who liked to tease him.

Ah, we have it all to ourselves, practically. A few kids played in the waves further down the beach. They were young enough to be trouble, and there were no adults as far as they could see.

Let’s go down by those kids! Max trotted ahead a few paces.

No!

Why not? Max’s doggie eyebrows went up.

Those kids…they remind me of some that put taffy in my fur one time.

How awful! How did you get it out?

Fraser had to shave off the fur in some spots, but most of it he cut out. I looked like Ray Kowalski on a bad hair day by the time he got done with me.

Does Ray ever have a good hair day, Max asked. If the two dogs could laugh, they would have. Max bounced on his little legs. I want to run on the beach! I never get to do that. My human mom says dogs are not allowed on the beach.

Oh brother, I’ve really corrupted you, haven’t I? Okay, fine. Run, but steer clear of the kids.

I will. Max took off and Dief stayed back to watch. This was definitely a liberating day for Max. He probably never got to run loose at home. He knew his companion was spoiled, but not like this. If nothing else, it was a nice treat. Hopefully one he would be able to enjoy again. Dief liked Max, even if they did spar now and then. It was more good natured ribbing than anything else. Kind of like the way my master teases Ray and he comes back with something. Other than Fraser, Dief had never had a true friend that he could share things with and have fun like he was today. Max is my friend, he thought. He’s my best buddy, besides Fraser. He smiled and watched Max run circles on the packed sand near the water.

The waves came closer and closer, and Max dodged them, just for fun. A couple times he dove into the surf and jumped out when the wave melted into the sand. He lost track of where was until he heard one of the kids.

"Hey, look at that dog!" He laughed, and his friends came closer. Max turned wide eyes toward Dief. The kids closed in on him and he danced away. They though it was funny.

I’m right here, Dief looked at Max. He stood close enough to protect his friend if necessary, yet far enough that they didn’t pay attention to him at first.

"Oh, isn’t he pretty," one of the little girls exclaimed and pointed to Dief. "Hey there, doggie!" She took a step. Dief backed up. But she looked so sweet and friendly with her grin. He was a sucker for blondes, and she was very blonde. He held his ground and allowed her to come close enough to pet his fur. It didn’t take Dief long revel in the attention. He was really getting into it.

Ah, Dief? Didn’t you warn me about the kids, Max pointed out while he watched. Nobody petted him. Considering how he smelled, he knew why. Oh dear! When I get home, I’ll be in big trouble for sure! Why did I let Dief convince me to do this? Never mind that he didn’t say anything about diving into Lake Michigan. But if he hadn’t started this….

Uhoh. Max barked a warning at Dief.

What do you want, Max? He was still enjoying his petting.

Human adult approaching quickly!

Uhoh is right! Time for us to book, as Ray would say. Dief bolted and Max followed. He was afraid Max would not be able to get away on his little legs, but he was again faster than the humans.

If nothing else, the run would help dry Max. For that he was grateful. Once they were out of range of the woman yelling nasty things at them, they slowed and walked the long street beside the lake. As his companion dried, Dief noticed the smell emanating from him did not cease. Wonder if the kid knows he stinks. Should I tell him or be polite and not say anything?

Dief decided that a friend would point out something like this to another friend to avoid massive embarrassment for his buddy. Max? You know you really, um, reek?

Yeah, I do. Max shivered. You know something? I’m tired. I want to go home. I miss my Mom and Dad.

Dief gave him a disparaging look. I can’t believe you! They’re not your parents! You’re a dog, for crying out loud!

Well, what do you consider your human, Fraser?

He’s my master, Dief replied with derision.

Does he love you? Dief didn’t answer. Do you love him?

Dief stopped in front of a plate glass window and studied himself. How did he feel about Fraser? He took the man for granted so many times and molded him like putty in his paw. But he knew the man knew what his game was, yet he often gave in anyway. Why? Was it that he loved him? If so, was the way Dief acted toward him a shameful way to repay that love? Yes. But I don’t do it all the time. That must account for something. Maybe that means I love him too. I don’t know.

Do you love him, Max repeated.

I…I think so. I never thought about it before. Dief shook his head to fluff up his fur. I’ll get back to you on that.

Okay. But in the meantime, can we please go home? I don’t think I can walk any more.

Yeah, sure. Dief turned away from his reflection and surveyed where they were. He didn’t recognize the buildings. Uhoh, I think we’re lost.

Lost? I thought you knew this city, Max whined. He looked around, but nothing looked familiar to him. But then he smelled something he knew well. His nose pointed in the air as he caught the wafting scent on the wind.

What is it?

Don’t you smell it?

What? That bread smell?

Yes! It’s the pretzel lady! Max turned quickly on his stubby legs and ran in the direction that the smell was coming.
Pretzel lady? Yumm! Dief loved pretzels. He caught up with Max at the park. Both dogs trotted along, searching everywhere for the cart that they knew provided the yeasty odor of fresh pretzels. Dief woofed in happiness when he found it. Over there, Max! He tossed his head in the direction of the white wooden cart, and his companion tagged along.

Though the old Italian man, Mr. Tucci, was killed last year, the pretzel cart continued to do its business. The blonde woman running it turned at the sound of doggie claws on the pavement. She smiled broadly. "Well, if it isn’t Dief…Diefenbaker, right?"

She remembers me! Dief nodded his head and came forward into Luann’s outstretched hand. He was in heaven. This was one human who knew how to pet a dog!

"Are you out here alone? Your master is going to be very angry with you," she berated. Noticing Max’s big eyes pleading for attention, she smiled at him and patted his matted fur. "Are you Dief’s friend? He needs to find you a home and someone who can take care of you." She paused. "I bet Fraser can find someone who will take you in. I have an idea."

Luann stood and pulled out her cell phone. She dialed a number and waited. "Mrs. Tucci? Are you following the nurse’s instructions, or do I have to scold you again?" She listened and smiled as the old woman spoke. "Okay, well you know I’ll see it when I get home. In the meantime, I was wondering if you have Constable Fraser’s number handy. His dog is here in the park…yes, I’d recognize him anywhere…Okay, well, I suppose I can call him and he’ll relay the message to Fraser. Thanks." She scribbled the number down on a receipt. "I’ll see you when I get home….Yes, I promise. I will not stay out past dark." Luann broke the connection and shook her head. Mrs. Tucci worried over her constantly since she decided to keep up the tradition of the fine Tucci pretzels.

Looking down at the two dogs, she said, "I’m calling Ray Vecchio right now. I’d rather not, but if I’m going to get to Fraser, I have no choice." She listened for someone to answer. "Yes, I’d like to speak with Detective Vecchio…he did? Oh. Well, I need to get in touch with Constable Fraser…he is? That’s wonderful! Yes, please put me through!" She put a hand over the phone and addressed Dief. "Fraser’s at the station right this minute!"

"Hello," a familiar voice came through the receiver.

"Oh, hi, um Ray. The lady said you retired from the force. I thought that was kind of strange."

"Me, retired?" He laughed.

"Yes, that’s what the woman said. Unless there’s another Ray Vecchio there." The line suddenly went silent. "Ray? Are you still there?"

"Yeah. Um, I know you don’t think too much of me, but…well, I don’t know why I’m even telling you this. I mean, it doesn’t matter, especially since you think I’m scum and don’t want anything to do with me…."

"I never said you were scum. I was just mad at you for thinking the worst of me," she interrupted. "So what is it you’re trying to say?"

"I’m not who you think I am."

"Huh?"

Ray sighed deeply. "I’m not Ray Vecchio. It’s Kowalski. Ray Kowalski. And before you get really mad at me, I want you to know I wasn’t trying to deceive you or anything. I was under…."

"Please put Fraser on the line. I don’t care what it is you were trying to do," Luann’s voice was as icy cold as Lake Michigan in the winter.

"It wasn’t up to me to change my name! I was undercover," Ray protested. "Please, would you just listen to me?"

"Yeah, sure. Like you were so willing to listen to me when you thought I was part of a plot to kill Mr. Tucci! Put Fraser on, now!" She huffed, "Please."

Ray sighed again, knowing defeat when he heard it. "Okay, he’s here."

"Fraser? I have your dog Diefenbaker here with me at the park. And he has a little friend with him."

"Really? He wouldn’t by any chance be a West Highland Terrier with a red collar, would he?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact, he is. Is he yours as well?"

Fraser chuckled. "No, he’s Ray’s parents’ dog Max."

"I see. Would those be his real parents or his fake ones?"

"Ahh, Ms…."

"Luann. Just call me Luann."

"Alright. Luann, you’re being very unfair to Ray."

"Fair is fair. Or should I say ‘What goes around comes around’? How can you expect me to forgive him so easily? I really liked him! I thought we had something going, but he ruined it by not trusting me! And to top it off, he lied about his identity!"

"There’s a very good reason for that, and I’m sure if you gave Ray a chance to explain it, you would be more understanding. He could also sufficiently enlighten you as to why he couldn’t trust you." Fraser paused. "Well, Ray and I will be there momentarily to pick up the dogs. Thank you kindly for calling."

"You’re welcome! I couldn’t stand the idea of these poor fellows wandering the streets of Chicago tonight. We’ll be waiting at the main entrance for you." She looked down at the dogs as she broke the connection. "Come on guys, we’re going to meet Fraser!"

Luann did not have to wait long. The familiar black GTO pulled up to the curb and the two men emerged. Fraser looked sternly at Dief. Uhoh, he must have been the instigator in their adventure today. Things would not be good when he got home. Ray came around the back of the car, hiding his eyes behind sunglasses that were no longer necessary in the dimming of the day. But when he saw Max, and Max saw him, he pulled them off and hung them from the vee of his shirt.

"Max! You’ve got Mom and Dad worried sick about you," he scolded. Max waved his tail wildly, and he stood with his mouth open and tongue rolling out between the two bottom teeth. Ray laughed and ruffled the fur on his little head. "Pheew! Guess who’s getting a b-a-t-h when we get home!"

"You always spell around him," Luann asked.

Ray glanced up at her. She was surprised to see the hurt in his eyes. Fraser obviously told Ray what she said about him. She didn’t expect him to reply, but he did. "Yeah. He’s a smart dog. He also knows when he’s been bad, that he screwed up."

"What does he do when that happens?"

"He hides in his cubby hole between the TV and the love seat. After a half hour, he comes out and hangs his head, gets all apologetic," Ray answered and mimicked the dog’s behavior. "We shake hands and everything is forgiven. Too bad it can’t work like that in real life, huh?" Ray bit his tongue for saying that, but he couldn’t help himself. He bowed his head and fixed his attention on Max’s fur.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a hand reach down. He glanced up and saw it was attached to Luann. A hint of a smile was on her face. He mirrored it with his own and took the offered hand. They shook, and reluctantly he released it.

"Well." He paused. "Guess we better get the dogs back home, eh Fraser?"

"Yes. I’m sure your parents will be very happy to see Max alright, except for having obviously been dunked into Lake Michigan."

"Yep. Doggies who play, always pay." He stood as he looked at Max. "And you’re gonna pay with a bath and a nice towel rubdown." Ray laughed. "Oh yeah, that should be fun for you." He locked gazes with Luann. I’m sorry, his expression said.

"Do you ever take him for walks around here," Luann asked.

"Sometimes my folks take him for rides along the lake."

"Maybe you can volunteer to take him some time. I’m here in the park every day."

Ray nodded. "I’ll see what I can do. Later." He was reluctant to leave, especially after getting what was obviously an olive branch from Luann. Maybe there was hope for them yet.

As the humans and dogs walked to the car, Dief turned to Max. Well, if nothing else, we did our good deed for the day.

What? You mean that business with Ray and Luann?

Yeah.

Max looked doubtful. I don’t think it will work.

Oh really? You care to make a bet on that?

Please! What do we have to bet?

Box of Milk Bones says Luann and Ray will be seeing each other before the week is out.

Hah! You’ve got a bet, my friend.

With doggie smiles pasted on their faces, the dogs jumped into the car, followed by the humans, and rode off into the twilight.

THE END

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