After finally escaping the bizarre world of the Labyrinth, I returned to my office at the university, expecting things to settle down while I got back into my routine of scholarship and education. Little did I know how wrong I was …
It all began on my way back to my office in the Quad, when I discovered that, mysteriously, all the color seemed to have drained out of the world. I felt like Dorothy going back to Kansas after she finished up her adventure in the colorful, mythical land of Oz.
My secretary Effie told me that I had someone waiting to see me. A lady, she said, though I could tell by the way she said it she didn’t think my visitor was a lady at all. One of my graduate students? No, Effie would never have used that tone to refer to them. A university patron? One of the fancy women from town? Only one way to find out. With a practiced toss, I land my hat on the rack and head into my inner sanctum, where this so-called lady waits with a peculiar request.
Fortunately, I already had the item she was looking for. I used it as a paperweight and, occasionally, a bludgeon. Archeology’s a rough business and you do what you have to do. But when I presented her with the statuette, she just scoffed at me. There’s nothing like a highbrow lady’s scorn to make even the most highly educated and respected archeologist feel like a small and stupid child.
Once we had that misunderstanding cleared up, I showed Miss Kitty the door, then went to have a talk with Effie. She gave me that look she always does, half awe, half love, half hero-worship. I know what’s going on behind those eyes of yours, Effie, and it can never happen. I’m a famous archeologist dog; you’re a human secretary.
That’s my girl, Effie. Keep dreaming, kiddo.
With a new task set before me, I headed out for my nightly run. The cool evening air usually clears my head, but not tonight. Tonight it feels like the foggy dew is getting in through my big floppy ears. Why does Miss Kitty want the Maltese Crow? What’s she going to do with it? And what the heck is the difference between a crow and a falcon, anyway? I meant to ask Effie but I got distracted by some pigeons on the window sill behind her.
I was so occupied thinking about the mysterious Miss Kitty that I didn’t realize that I had jogged out into the middle of the road, but the roar of an engine got my attention. A car coming up behind me suddenly gunned its engine and came at me at top speed, trying to run me down!
A drunk driver? Someone who hates dogs? Or something more sinister? Someone trying to prevent me from finding the Maltese Crow, perhaps? Whoever it was, they didn’t count on my superior maneuverability, and with a few quick zigs and zags I eluded the vehicle, although I ended up in the ditch covered with brambles. Even worse, I lost my hat.
Nobody makes me lose my hat.
I couldn’t get a plate off the car, but I’ll remember the make and model, and when I find them, they’ll be sorry they tried to run me over. If they were trying to intimidate me and make me drop the case of the Maltese Crow, their plan backfired. Now I’m mad. I’ll find that crow no matter what obstacles they try to throw in front of me. Because I am Dennis the Vizsla, and I never give up.