Eposide 4: Pet psychic

♫Torn between two lovers, feelin' like a fool
Lovin' both of you is breakin' all the rules
Torn between two lovers, feelin' like a fool
Lovin' you both is breakin' all the rules

Blade's eyes maniacally darted about the room. He was agitated, startled, and perplexed. Where was that music coming from? He hadn't noticed any music playing devices or speakers about.

Precious and Jeremiah, meanwhile, appeared unperturbed. She mindlessly stroked his fur with her paw. He released a bit of flatulence.

"Is that an iPad in your pocket or are you just surprised to see me?"

"Don't be ridiculous, Sport," Jeremiah snapped.

Blade winced. He despised dudes who called other dudes 'Sport.'

"Everybody knows bulldogs don't use iPads. What are you talkin' about anyway? Hey! Who *is* this clown?" As usual, Jeremiah was becoming combative and impatient.

Precious sighed, then rolled her eyes. "Small bulldogs," she thought to herself, "always overcompensating."

Blade whipped his head around. The sharp, involuntary action had the unintended benefit of dislodging at least a couple pesky stowaways from his ears. Was there someone else in the room?

"He's talkin' about YOU, flea bag!" Precious hissed, bearing pearly white, tightly clenched, sharp and pointed teeth. But in her heart, there occurred an unexpected spike and then a flurry of quickening heartbeats. Her breathing suddenly felt more-- shallow.

Blade could always read her mind; hear her thoughts. He was her Pet Psychic, doggy-style. Could it be after all this time - after all that's happened, he could still hear the echoes of the soundtrack of her heart?

Blade shook out his head. Precious licked her lips. Jeremiah expressed a bit of flatulence. Larry lurked menacingly, in the shadows. He dared not say a word. Nobody cared.