Title: Deciphering His Voice
Author: S J Smith
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: Do you see a copyright on this? No? Well, that should be enough to prove I don't own it, nor am I making any money.
Summary: Eddie doesn't understand everything that people say.
"You! Eddie, get off the couch!"
Eddie rises into a sit position, cocking his head, his tail blurring at a wag.
Dad! Make Eddie get off the couch!
"Eddie, come here, boy."
Eddie runs to the end of the couch, leaping from its arm to the arm of Martin's chair. He perches there, his tail blurring again as his ears go back in joy when Martin rubs his head. This, this is the best. Even better than the bone the female gives him when the whiny ones aren't around.
"Who's a good boy?" Martin croons, rubbing the base of Eddie's ear – oh, right there, yes, yes, that spot!
"Not that dog, certainly!"
"C'mon, Fras. We've talked about this before. Eddie's smart. He needs stuff to do to keep him busy, or he gets bored."
Eddie turns so he can look at the whiny one. He's standing so tall, like he's the one in charge. Eddie knows better. Everything he does will make the whiny one cry. He considers, tilting his ears back and forth, and leaps over Martin's legs to the other chair arm, using that to vault onto the table. He perches there, his tongue lolling, waiting for the reaction he knows will come.
"Oh, my God, Dad! Will you look at that dog!"
Martin sighs. "C'mon, Eddie. Let's go for a walk."
Ah, the best words yet! Eddie bounces to the chair and to the floor, scampering across the hard-wood floor! to fetch his leash for Martin. Good boy, Martin! Good boy!
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