Free The Jewish Dog by Asher Kravitz Page A

curiosity-seekers , Karl Gustav and a Rottweiler female were busy getting busy . The owners of the two dogs , like the rest of the onlookers , were encouraging the couple.
    â€œLook,” Karl Gustav’s hunchbacked owner said , presenting documents to Kalman . “Karl Gustav is the ­epitome of Rottweiler purity . These documents present his spotless pedigree , all the way back to the forefathers of the Rottweiler dynasty . His mate has certificates , too . A German Rottweiler champion.”
    Kalman faked a look of enthusiasm so as not to damper the proud father’s excitement . I surprised even myself with my ability to notice such subtleties in human behavior.
    â€œThis is no regular pairing up,” the hunched German said . “This is eugenics.” Excited by the thought , he added with verve , “Behold , a daring and ruling race rises. . . .”
    Karl Gustav climbed with his upper body onto the female , who was giving off a scent that made me feel naked . He squeezed her hips with his hind legs and moved his rump with lustful convulsions . A pink and fleshy carrot emerged from its hiding place and poked out between his legs . The female barked and whimpered , excited and nervous . I watched them with great interest , virginal and embarrassed to the bone . A disorienting tickling sensation swept through my loins . Kalman pulled me back . I tried to anchor my legs to the ground , but Kalman was too strong as he said with a fatherly tone , “Come , Caleb , come . You’re still too young for such sights.”

    In the middle of the night , I heard voices coming from Shoshana and Kalman’s room . I went to lie down at their door.
    â€œWhat’s on your mind?” I heard Shoshana ask her husband . “Why can’t you sleep?”
    â€œIt’s eating me up inside , I can’t stop thinking about it . Somehow I kept denying it . I can’t believe that they would make us give up the dogs.” His voice cracked . “How can we give them away? It’s almost like giving away children . You know how hard it will be to find them a good home . Caleb is so attached to Bruriah , and she’s so attached to him. . .  . It’ll be a crime to separate them.”
    â€œWe need to be realistic,” Shoshana said . “We’re not going to find anyone who will agree to adopt them both , certainly not within a month . Matilda loved Bruriah very much . I’ll talk to her tomorrow morning . I think she may agree to adopt her.”
    â€œAll right,” Kalman tried to joke . “It’s only fair that Matilda find a home for Bruriah , since Bruriah and her puppies were devoted to creating so much filth , thereby ensuring a full time job for a fine daughter of the German people , who , as you know , cherish work above all else.”
    Shoshana didn’t respond.
    â€œI really hope they retract that damn law.”
    â€œI went to a pawnshop today,” Shoshana changed the subject . “I asked how much we can get for the candlesticks and the watches.”
    â€œForget it ! That’s not on the table right now . At this point , we aren’t pawning a thing.”
    â€œYou needn’t be angry . I just wanted to find out how much the things are worth . You know , just in case. . . .”
    They fell asleep , and so did I . But the dark of the night was nothing compared to the dark day I was to wake up to in mere hours.

CHAPTER 11
    K alman went over to the telephone and turned the dial several times.
    â€œBruriah isn’t a puppy,” he explained to the phone . “She’s completely house trained and only relieves herself outside . Financially , she’ll be no burden at all . I promise to pay for her food expenses for the entire year.”
    Mother , who was listening to the conversation along with the rest of us , looked at me with doleful eyes . I assume that , like me , Mother understood