Flash Fiction: D.O.G.gy Style

D.O.G.gy Style

Fido made his way out of the dump, through the garbage heaps. He sniffed as best he could with the overpowering aromas of soiled diaper, rotted carcass and other assorted filth. She was near; he would have to keep searching.

He wondered who in the world thought this method of getting it was the most efficient. Fido’s other senses were on alert, in case Fifi was near. She was not, near as he could tell. Ooo, what was that over there? He ran to the pile of decay. Rolling in that would be divine. Fido twisted his body this way and that. It was the best roll he’d had in quite a while.

Yards away from Fido, Fifi was getting impatient. She knew the heat was building. He needed to get here quickly or the opportunity would be missed. She felt the pulsing in her core.

She trotted out from the walk a ways, to see if she could see him. Nothing but the usual rabble on the street. She was as dirty as she cared to be, even on purpose. Any cleaner and people would know she did not belong. There would be suspicions and from those would come questions. Everything would fall apart from there.

Fido was nearly to the rendezvous point. He could feel it in his haunches. This lady would give him the trade and they’d be on their separate ways. The other dogs told him what a fancy dog Fifi was; he could not wait. He didn’t care if she thought he was a tramp. He was who he was. Department of Growling was his place.

Fido’s earpiece crackled. “Fido, what’s your twenty? Over.”

That would be the chief.

“Zeroing in on the action. I see her now. Over.”

“Get in and get out. We don’t need an incident. Over.” Spies everywhere. Catchers and mailmen; despicable lot. He had his eyes and ears open.

“Got it chief. Over and out.”

Fido saw Fifi at about a block away. He scanned for any watchers. All clear.

He got in close. She stood still. He noticed her tremble before he sniffed her. She sniffed him back. He sniffed again. There it was.

She stood ready for him. At the same time, she was nervous the KatGB would intercept them at any moment. He mounted her.

Fido went as easy as he could on her but it had to look authentic. He winced when he heard her yip. He stabilized and began the extraction. He didn’t care for the gyration of the system but it was necessary for appearances. He panted a little; this was harder than he remembered.

Fifi held her body as straight as possible. She did not want to do this again today. The plans needed to move and she wanted to be done.

“So, you move much merchandise this way? Or is this a one-time deal?” he panted. She thought he might quit before he was done.

“From time to time. You okay back there? Doesn’t sound like you’re going to make it.”

“Oh, yeah. I got this in the bag.”

She just wanted to be done.

“Okay. I’m finished. Gonna pull out.”

“You’re sure you extracted the whole thing. It feels like some of it is still in there.”

“Yes. I have it all,” he barked.

“Not too loud.” She was cute but paranoid.

“You want to get a drink? I passed a sweet puddle on the way here.”

“No thanks. I have a litter at home. I really should be going.”

“Okay. I’ll make sure this gets to the right hands. Your payment will be sent as soon as I get back to base.”

They sniffed each other again before going their separate ways. He really liked her. He thought she would be a great trash partner. She thought he was nice but this was all business. What would happen if she hooked up with every client? She’d be up to her snout in puppies.

“Chief, I have the plans. Over.”

“Did you get out clean? Over.”

“Yeah. No hassles. Over and out.”

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