There was a lot of
stuff about this brain-exchange that he couldn’t
understand yet, but the bottom line was clear. The blonde saw that the big dog still
had an enormous hard-on as he scrambled to his feet and
stood staring at her with guilty excitement. Bill ran inside and picked up the
collar he’d found at a yard sale, popped open a can of
Coke and strolled across the lawn toward Amber and Rex. He had
a moment of vertigo and disorientation, wondering why
the room was so distorted, and then understood that his
point of view was very close to the carpet: the
Shepherd was lying down, watching Amber as she flipped
through channels of the satellite dish. He had one hand on the Shepherd’s collar and was trying
to unsnap the chain when the bolt of lightning nailed
them both; one minute he was yelling at the big dog to
be still, and it seemed like a second later he woke up
in the hospital. Of course,
the stunned teenager told himself, a dog’s nose is
certainly sensitive enough to smell a woman, probably
to tell one from another just by scent.
