Short Story: A Dog's World Part V

It's a dog's world in the year 3050.
It's a dog's world in the year 3050. | Source

(See the Prologue for A Dog's World here.)

The Icky Bug } =

The red knit cap on Lady Dill's head normally sat tilted, but just now it slipped forward a little, and Jethro, across the concrete aisle, felt embarrassed as he sneaked a peak at Lady Dill's swift adjustments. Everydog in the plant wondered about Lady Dill's cap. Were the ears still under there?

Jethro started. She was looking directly at him from behind The Glazer, the Health Biscuit press she humbly had accepted after twelve company championship show seasons. Lady Dill sat still, oblivious to the lunch traffic moving past her and continued to look at him through the squarish opening formed by The Glazer's top and bottom dies and its tall, green iron sides.

The break buzzer had rung. It was time for lunch, yet Jethro was immobilzed by Lady Dill's stare.

Jethro had heard the rumors about the champion St. Bernard's cap. Everydog wanted to know. He, too, just two months on the job at Northwest Ohio Big Blackie Biscuit and Specialty Items, Inc., had begun to navigate coy glances in the direction of Lady Dill's head. She was an elderly red and white long-haired St. Bernard bitch of company showmanship stock, and Jethro was a young pup, black and brown, short-haired, a mixed terrier of mixed parents with no hope of living a charmed life of champion ribbons and wreaths. Lady Dill's repeated surgeries the last several months had reduced her to press operator status, the same lowly beginner's rank as Jethro. And everydog on operator's row wanted to know. What about her ears?

Jethro wrecked off his press stool, crashing awkwardly onto three paws, barely maintaining upright control. The ears, or non-ears, were headed straight for him. He gulped.

Lady Dill gathered her full ruff and bosom, substantial for a small St. Bernard bitch. She stopped in front of him.

Jethro quivered. He was large for a Fox Terrier mix, but Lady Dill towered above him.

"You may as well get it from the bitch's mouth, my young pup," she said.

He was mortified, momentarily. Her voice was, surprisingly, sweet as always. Her kind eyes showed no malice, or purposeful intent. Jethro saw only dim, gray motherliness, and yet that in itself prompted fear and a sense of uneasiness and inadequacy in him, for his own mother had been a stern no-nonsense shepherd.

Lady Dill rattled on about her illness, and Jethro further cringed. His unwilling ears nonetheless pricked forward as Lady Dill continued. He could feel his fur standing on end across his back and the flush on his fuzzy face. So personal, he thought. He knew he didn't want to hear all. What had made him think he needed the sordid details? Everydog had speculated about Lady Dill's illness. Hearing about it first hand was not so exciting, after all, Jethro decided. It was...embarrassing.

Lady Dill's cap.
Lady Dill's cap. | Source

***** No Ears? *****

No ears, Jethro thought.

"That was just the beginning, you see, the loss of my hearing -- perhaps you'd noticed, before the cap, of course, that I didn't wear ear plugs in here. After my hearing fled entirely, I began to have less social life, of course, you understand. It was totally degrading. I couldn't compete any longer.

"My championships over the last two seasons at nine show grounds were banished, revoked, my good young pup, because the standing judges said there is no way to prove or disprove that I already had been deaf when I won my ribbons. Imagine! Accusing me, the highest ranking bitch of our honored championship line, of deceit!

"My stars! Of course, I protested. But then I began losing tufts of hair around my ears, and trips to veterinary clinics began, and the awards, the ribbons seemed so small, far away. The Greyhound Whiz himself, the highly regarded Doctor Shim Azute, attended me. But it was no use. The Icky Bug had already caused metastasizing of the infection. I'm doomed. My ears were the first to go."

Jethro shivered. They're really gone?

"More hair loss, then the seepage and infection fevers." She laughed, almost shrilly.

Jethro unconsciously pawed his own healthy ears, relieved to find them in place.

"Oh, my dear young pup. It's not fair, of course -- Life. But we do die a little every day after maturity, don't we?"

You're dying, then? Jethro thought, and he tucked his tail close to his body. He suddenly shivered into a need to keep all his parts collected together.

Lady Dill seemed not to catch on to his compounding fears. Apparently she had already looked the subject of death in the eye and found it mostly bearable. She went on: "Such a come down -- " She glanced slowly around -- "ending here in this greasy, smelly plant. I was born for something classier. Well, disease alters that. But I won't sit at Golden Paw Society and fade away. The disease will win, but before it does, I'll make myself useful.

"At least they put me on The Glazer, where I can concentrate on contributing the Health Biscuit to growing, potential champion offspring in our line. I requested it, you know, when they said they were going to declassify me from company Showmanship Team to press operator. It's something to go with. Of course, I'll get uglier and weaker; probably the ruff next, Dr. Azute says. It eats away everything, you know, The Icky Bug. Everything ends, of course, doesn't it?"

The Icky Bug, Jethro thought. He couldn't help it. He lifted both paws to his head and hugged his ears. The Icky Bug was a deadly mutant insect that had developed after the wipeout of fleas. There was no cure for the disease of The Icky Bug.

Lady Dill smiled and pulled off the red knit cap.

Jethro shook. Gone. No ears. Red stubs, instead. With pink, wet squishy spots. He whined uncontrollably. Everything ends.

Lady Dill turned her head away from him, replaced the cap, and ambled away.

After the encounter, Jethro made an appointment to inquire about the company health care plan. He decided he was not too young to enroll. It was just like his grandpa had warned him. Health insurance was the thing. "Can't have enough of it," Grandpa Cause had said. "Too many infectious bugs around these days."

Any dog could catch The Icky Bug.

To be continued...

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WillStarr 5 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

Golden Paw Society and Icky Bugs...very unique writing! I like it.


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Barbsbitsnpieces 5 years ago from Napoleon, Henry County, Ohio, USA Author

@WillStarr...Thank you for taking the time to follow this part by part doggy tail (tale).

I guess I should have chaptered it like you do yours because it's more like a novelette than a long short story!


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FloraBreenRobison 5 years ago

The Icky Bug..reminds me of the term Cooties only this is deadly...


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Barbsbitsnpieces 5 years ago from Napoleon, Henry County, Ohio, USA Author

@FloraBreenRobison...Thanks for reading along with this story!

The Icky Bug is actually a cancer-like comparison if you read between the lines!

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