Fiction by Dingo Jay
   I’d like to tell you about my best friend. He’s a really great guy, though not much of a party animal. He listens to all my problems, but would never talk about me behind my back, no matter what we do together.

He’s my security system, my bed warmer, my garbage disposal, my truck-driving buddy and the best Frisbee partner I’ve ever seen. Well, almost. As you’ve probably guessed, he’s a dog. Now here’s the part that’ll throw you-he’s also my lover! Yeah, really. Yes, we have sex and all, but before I go there let me tell you some more about him.

Duffy is a mixed breed; the closest I can come to putting my finger on his exact ancestry is an educated guess. I figure he’s probably a mix of Australian Cattledog with Border Collie, or maybe Aussie Shepherd. Around these parts, that particular mix is fairly common and it’s called a Texas Heeler. He’s a medium to large dog in the 55-pound range, with long legs but a stocky build. His medium-length coat stands out just a bit and he’s mostly a mottled brick red and creamy white pattern, with some golden tan on his legs, muzzle and eyebrows, and white feet. His face and ears are more of the same brick red, except solid colored, with a fine, white blaze between his eyes. He has big, triangular ears that stand right up and about half a tail. I thought maybe his tail was docked or perhaps shortened in some accident, but it comes to a point so I guess it’s natural.

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