10
Pearl lay at full length between Susan and me. "It's odd," Susan said. "Being in bed with a strange dog."
"That describes my life before I met you," I said.
"Oh, oink!" Susan said.
"Sexism again?" I said.
"In the extreme," Susan said.
"You chicks are so sensitive," I said.
"You too, big guy," Susan said. We were quiet, listening to the faint breathing sound Pearl made as she slept.
"I don't love her yet," Susan said. "Like I did the first Pearl."
"Not yet," I said.
"But we will," Susan said.
"Yes."
The room was nearly dark, lit faintly by the ambient illumination of the outside city.
"It's fascinating to see her beginning to morph into Pearl," Susan said.
"She's doing that," I said. "Isn't she."
"I know it's me, of course," Susan said. "I know she's not really changing."
"Maybe she is," I said.
"You think?"
"There are more things in this world than in all your philosophies, Horatio."
"I think you might have somewhat mangled the quote," Susan said.
"Is there a copy of Hamlet in the house?" I said.
"I don't think so."
"Then I stand by my quote," I said.
Pearl stood up and turned around several times and settled back down with her feet sticking into my stomach.
"You're lying on her side of the bed," Susan said.
"I prefer to think of it as her lying on my side."
"Well, at least she's the only one."
"Oh, good," I said.
"She does present something of an obstacle," Susan said.
"You feel that if I were to press my pulsating maleness upon you," I said, "she might react?"
"Pulsating maleness?"
"Throbbing masculinity?" I said.
"My God," Susan said. "And yes, I think she'd bark and snuffle and paw at us and probably try to become part of the festivities."
"And if we put her in another room?"
"She'll yowl," Susan said.
"We could pretend it's you," I said.
"We could run cold water on your pulsating maleness," Susan said.
"She's pretty used to the car," I said. "I could take her out and put her in it."
"Yes," Susan said. "That would work, I think."
"I could even give her a ride around the block so she'd think she actually was going someplace."
"Even better," Susan said.
"While I'm gone you could take off those pajamas," I said.
"I bought these pajamas for you."
"When I complained about the sweatpants?"
"Yes. They even had the word 'enticing' on the package," Susan said.
" 'Better than sweatpants' doesn't look as good on a label," I said.
I put on my pants and shoes and took Pearl on her short leash downstairs to the driveway. I let her jump into the backseat and drove once around the block and back into the driveway.
"I'll be back soon," I said.
And she fell for it.