Chapter 475 The Reticent Dog
Saying that, Robert shot a glance at Catherine and the kids not far away before he shut up.
In tacit agreement, Luke also didnât continue with this topic.
The next morning, Lukeâs phone buzzed.
He glanced at the number, put down his tools and half-finished equipment, and answered the phone. âWhatâs up?â.
Selina said in a low voice, âSomethingâs wrong with Dollar.â
Luke: âHm?â
âAfter we went to bed last night, he ate all the leftovers I brought back. He even opened the fridge and ate everything that was inside, and even got into the dustbin,â Selina explained quickly.
Luke narrowed his eyes. âHow is he now?â
Selina smiled bitterly. âI donât know. He looks fine to me, apart from the smell of food remains on him.â
After a brief silence, Luke said, âWhy donât we bring him back to L.A.? If anything happens, we can send him to a big pet hospital.â
Selina was startled. âWhat?â She had never thought of that.
Luke chuckled. âWouldnât it be nice to have him keep you company you in L.A.?â
Selina hesitated. âIâm worried that a plane will be too much for him; heâs so old.â
Luke said, âThen letâs drive back. He can take the backseat.â
Selina said, âOkay.â Luke said, âKeep an eye on him for the next two days.â
After that, the last two days of their break ended peacefully.
On the morning of their last day, Luke put on his backpack and went downstairs to say goodbye to his family, who had just gotten up.
Neither Robert nor Catherine said anything, but Claire and Joseph were reluctant to see him go.
Lukeâs visit home this time was too short. Neither of the kids had played enough with him yet.
Smiling as he consoled them with a few words, Luke accepted the breakfast which Catherine had made and left.
Picking up Selina, he waved goodbye at Sandra, who was on the porch.
In the early morning, two people and one dog drove out of town.
On the road, Luke glanced at Dollar who was lying obediently in the backseat, and asked, âDollar ate a lot. Donât tell me he doesnât poop?â
Blank-faced, Selina thought back for a moment before she said, âI... havenât noticed.â
Thinking again, she said uncertainly, âI donât think he pees often either.â
Dollarâs ears twitched, but it remained still.
Luke nodded and didnât say more.
They drove northwest, and returned to their place in Los Angeles before nightfall.
Luke took Dollar to the basement the moment they got home.
The equipment which Luke used to monitor his and Selinaâs physical health was in the basement. It could also be used on Dollar.
He wasnât a vet, but he could still collect Dollarâs basic data and compare it with normal parameters.
The full checkup on Dollar was over very soon, and the dog licked Selinaâs hand, a sign that it was hungry again.
âIs something wrong with him?â Selina asked worriedly.
Dollar had been a crazy glutton in the past two days.
At Lukeâs reminder, Selina had quietly bought a lot of sheepâs milk and dog food to keep it fed.
On their way to Los Angeles, Dollar had polished off a huge barrel of sheepâs milk and one bag of dog food. Looking at the data, Luke shook his head. âSome data is a little abnormal, but his vital signs are steady.â
Or rather, too steady!
Dollar was a twelve-year-old dog, which was seventy years in human age; it was really unscientific for it to be so frisky.
Luke made a few calls and retrieved the files on police dogs from the police database. Comparing Dollarâs data with those on file, he said, âTake him upstairs. I still have things to do for a bit down here.â
Selina made a sound of acknowledgment and took Dollar with her, leaving Luke to continue working in the basement.
Selina reminded him midway via the communication device to go to bed early. Luke responded in agreement but kept working
At midnight, Luke rubbed his forehead.
Something was wrong with Dollar.
The dog wasnât too sick; it was too healthy. Looking at the data again, he called Bobby and told the man to come over tomorrow.
Since the last time he returned to L.A., Bobby had yet to return to Boom Town.
Just nice, this animal tamer could check what was going on with Dollar.
After all, Bobby had been an animal tamer for more than ten years, and the animals he was most familiar with were dogs and chimpanzees.
He was very familiar with how to raise them since he had to train them, and he knew a fair bit about dogs.
Luke returned to the living room and went to Selinaâs door.
In the doorway, Dollar opened an eye and glanced at him, before closing it again and going back to sleep.
Staring at the fellow for a moment, Luke sighed and hoped that it wasnât anything bad.
He then turned around and went back to his own room to wash up and get some rest.
Dollar looked in his direction again before it shifted into a more comfortable position and continued sleeping. Bobby was at the door early the next morning
Luke, who had been expecting him, led him to the backyard and then called for Dollar.
âTake a look at him,â said Luke.
Bobby didnât ask any questions.
He was already used to his bossâs erratic thinking.
Compared with inexplicably running into ghosts, examining a dog was nothing. It was his old profession to begin with.
Inspecting an obedient Dollar from head to toe, he looked at Luke and shook his head helplessly. âI donât see a problem. Itâs very healthy for a dog its age, and can easily live for several more years.â
Narrowing his eyes, Luke pondered for a moment before he said, âTry and communicate with him, like how you do with Doctor.â
Bobbyâs face changed slightly. âAbout that...â
Luke said, âTry it.â
After hesitating for a moment, Bobby crouched down and held Dollarâs big head in place so that he could look it in the eye.
A moment later, he exclaimed in surprise.
Shaking his head, he stared at Dollar again, then stood up a moment later. âBoss, I canât communicate with your dog.â Luke raised an eyebrow. âHm?â
Choosing his words carefully, Bobby said, âI can sense a little of its emotions from its movements, but somethingâs blocking the âlink.â
Luke understood what Bobby was saying: Dollar had emotions, but Bobby couldnât perceive what they were with his Mental Communication.
He nodded slowly. âOkay, itâs fine. Thanks for taking the trouble to come over.â Bobby shook his head quickly. âItâs no trouble at all. I had nothing to do anyway.âLuke thought for a moment before he asked, âIs Chris about to resume operations?â
Bobby nodded. âYes. Iâve been meaning to call you these last two days. The FBI has already let Chris know that the mines can be reopened in three days.â
Luke looked at him and asked, âThen you can go over tomorrow and keep an eye on things. Youâre okay with that, right?â
Stumped for a moment, Bobby then smiled. âI would be delighted.â
That was a gold mine, after all.
Luke had sent him there and told him that his job was to guard against anybody who had ideas about the mine.
His annual salary was almost a hundred thousand dollars, and Luke naturally was sending him there so that Bobby wasnât earning this salary for nothing.
Thinking about his own shares in the gold mine, even if it was only a fraction, Bobbyâs heart couldnât help speeding up.