Dog Aliens 1: Raffle's Name by Cherise Kelley

Author:Cherise Kelley
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: dogs, dog, aliens, mind control, telepathy, dog stories, dog story, psychics, psychicsenses, dog book, dog narrator, dog adventure, dogs pov, dog aliens, kaxians

Chapter 15: Work

When I had been with my new master a few months, I had settled into a routine. My master would wake me up each morning with the sound of his truck coming home from work. The two of us would play fetch in the back yard for half an hour or so, and then he would feed me. I would lie at his feet while he watched TV for a few hours until he went to bed, and then I would go lie on my soiled but laundered pink princess sleeping bag in my mistress's office and listen to her business phone calls about car accidents and the injuries people claimed had resulted from these accidents. After she finished work, my master would wake up and we would all eat dinner, and then a few hours later it would be time for bed.

One evening, my mistress had an idea.

"Why don't you take Raffle to work with you tonight?"

"Uh, I guess that might be fun!"

Now, that sounded like fun to me, too, but I hadn't slept all day, as had my master. I was just winding down for bedtime when we left for work.

Working with Scott was fun! He was guarding a complex of freshly built, uninhabited human dens. Most of them were finished, but some were still being built. Our nightly duty was to walk into each den and make sure no one was living there. I tried to explain to him that I could smell there were no humans in the entire complex, but of course he didn't understand. We had to do our job the difficult, human way.

It was a bit creepy out there, even though my nose told me we were alone. These new dens were at the edge of civilization.

Before men came to live in Southern California, the place was a desert. This new housing tract butted right up on what is still the wild desert, complete with cactus and sage brush that turns into tumbleweeds. Coyotes have a very real presence out there, and every once in a while we could hear the eerie sound of coyotes yipping.

My master wasn't afraid. I admired his courage. He didn't even carry one of those gun weapons that many humans rely on. He only had a long flashlight that he carried the way a human carries a night stick. His movements were fluid at all times, and his steps were sure. I wasn't at all sure what to make of that vision I'd had of him fighting off people at the pound, but I was pretty confident he knew how to fight. I was also sure that my part in our partnership was to be the eyes, ears, and nose, as well as to help him fight if it came to that.

Secretly, I vowed to get him inside with the doors closed, if the coyotes ever came. I knew he would be OK in a fight with one or two humans, but those coyotes run in large packs.

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