Lockport Union-Sun & Journal — “Listen Maggie,” I consoled, “if it will make you feel any better, you’re not the first talking pet we’ve had.”
“Really?” she gasped, suddenly interested.
“That’s right,” I explained. “Kathie and I went to the dog-pound, many years ago, and were enamored with this little gray and white puppy.”
“Oh yeah! He was the cutest thing: white fur and whisker-like hair all around his face. He looked like a baby wolf. In fact, we took him home and named him Wolfie.”
“And he could talk?”
“You betcha. And like you, he considered it a curse. Speaking of which, he did a lot of that. He swore all the time as a pup. Wolfie was a wild one, I’ll tell ya. We thought we’d made a mistake by taking him in. But eventually he came around. He ended doing quite well for himself. In fact, he did very well.”
“What happened to him?” Maggie asked.
“Not exactly sure of all the details, but I know he moved to Buffalo for awhile. I heard he shortened his name to Wolf — and then he added a last name. Eventually, he took a job with CNN. He’s a broadcaster now — does the news. Wolf Blitzer. I guess his talent finally paid off. So the bottom line is ... don’t get discouraged.”
Maggie just glared at me. She never broke eye contact. After a moment of awkward silence, she spoke, “How gullible do you think I am?”
She spun around and walked out the door.
“Where ya goin’, girl?” I asked.
I can’t wait until next week when I tell her about our talking gecko and what he’s doing now.
And that’s the way it looks from the Valley.Tom Valley is a Medina resident. Contact him at email@example.com.