like you to see how wonderful he is.â Keeping on my side of the dog, he brings Mick right up to the hurdle. I take another step back, but thereâs a sheep in my way.
âThatâs making my heart beat faster,â I say, touchingmy throat as I try to make light of the fact that Iâm really scared now.
âThatâs what all the girls say,â Lewis teases.
âNot you, the dog,â I point out.
âOh? I guess Iâll just have to try harder.â Lewis kneels down in the straw to face me, hugging the dog who sits between his thighs. âSee if you can walk across to us.â I shuffle one step forwards. Mick cocks his head to one side. âWhen you approach a dog, use their name and speak to them.â
âHow?â
âNicely.â
âWhat do I say?â
âYou can say what you like, as long as you say something.â
âMick, itâs great to meet you.â I suppress a sudden urge to giggle because it seems so ridiculous trying to make conversation with a dog, especially when Iâm trying to be cool and completely amazing in front of Lewis. âWhat do I do now? Ask him what he thinks about the weather?â
âThatâs better. Youâre beginning to relax. Come in a bit closer.â
Before I know it, Iâm within armâs reach of the hurdle, with Lewis and the dog on the other side.
âYou see, itâs easy.â
âIt is for you.â I feel rather silly talking to the top of Lewisâs head, so I perch on the corner of the bale of straw.
âWould you like to stroke him?â Lewis asks eventually.
âI donât think so.â I gaze at Mick. I thought strokinga dog was supposed to lower your blood pressure, but the very idea sends mine rocketing. âIâm not that brave.â
Lewis rubs the dogâs ears and sighs. âShe doesnât like you, Mick.â
âIt isnât personal. I donât like dogs and thatâs all there is to it.â
âHe isnât just a dog though, is he? Heâs an individual. Heâs his own person.â Lewis pauses. âThatâs what I really want to show you. Dogs are all different, like people and sheep, and some of them are more lovable than others.â He looks at me, his eyes twinkling with humour, as if heâs trying to tell me heâs one of the more lovable people in the world, and Iâm so absorbed in him that I donât notice until afterwards that heâs slid the hurdle along with one hand so thereâs nothing between me and the dog. Lewis curves his arm around the dogâs chest, keeping him back. âAre you sure you wouldnât like to stroke him? Heâs like a teddy bear, arenât you?â Lewis plants a kiss on the top of Mickâs head. Yes, he actually kisses his dog.
âUncle Nobby didnât kiss his dog,â I observe. âHe reeked of fags and rotten teeth, for a start.â
âPoor dog. Mick doesnât smell much, just vaguely doggy. He wants to say âhiâ to you.â
âHi, Mick.â To my amazement the dog draws back his lips and pricks his ears. âHeâs smiling at me. Is he smiling?â
âHere, hold out your hand.â
Slowly, I reach out until my fingers are within inches of Mickâs nostrils. Suddenly, his tongue darts out andtouches my skin. I pull back. Lewis laughs. I can feel the heat rushing to my cheeks as the dog looks at me with a quizzical expression, as if heâs both surprised and a little offended by my reaction.
âYou can stroke him now, Zara.â
âI canât,â is my immediate reaction, but I realise heâs right. This is a different situation, a different dog, and Iâm apprehensive maybe, but not scared. I reach out my hand again and touch the top of Mickâs head. Breathe, I tell myself as my body tenses. Itâs fine. His coat is soft and silky and his skin warm as he leans
Robert Silverberg, Jim C. Hines, Jody Lynn Nye, Mike Resnick, Ken Liu, Tim Pratt, Esther Frisner