The German Shepherd II
Hilshire Strikes Back
Disclaimer
GSG is not mine.
Note
Linked to my earlier fics The German Shepherd and A Picture Is Worth Your Life.
Chapter Two
The Online Encyclopedia
"Hmmm…"
Wikipedia was the font of blessings for scheming Dutch girls planning to drive their stolid German handlers nuts. Triela browsed this treasure trove of information for her next ploy.
I'll get you for that brilliant comment, Doc. I swear I will.
Now: Hilshire's not really a German shepherd. A German shepherd is loud.
How about a boxer? Hilshire looks like his face had been boxed in a lot of times. No, it says here that boxers are great with kids. Hilshire isn't.
A Great Dane? Big but dumb happy… Dumb, yes. Happy? No way.
Scratch the Leonberger, too.
Keeshond… aww, what an adorable dog... the Velcro Dog, huh? Kind of reminds me of Angie… hmm, what breed was her pet dog?
Anyway, I can't use this to needle Hilshire. It's too cute.
A Weimaraner? No. It's a smart dog– however dumb it kind of looks. And it's thin. If Hilshire was anorexic, sure, but Hilshire's broad and tall as a wall…
A Rottweiler? Could work. Especially with that lawyer joke I heard from Amadeo. Heh. What is black and tan and looks good on a lawyer? Hilshire. I mean, a Rottweiler. Heh. Good one, Amadeo…
A Doberman pinscher… misunderstood… gentle, loyal, loving and highly intelligent… no, no, no, no!
Sighing, Triela paused, and was instantly hit by inspiration. She clicked away and was rewarded with the dog she wanted. "Of course," she told herself.
It was so simple. I was obsessed with the dog's size and temperament. I never considered the dog's shape.
She smiled at her chosen breed.
Dachshund. The sausage dog.
Oh, Hilshire… come look what I've got for you…
To Be Continued