“Aren't you the guy with the dog?”
the plumber asks.
“Huh?” I
thought.
“You know, that guy with the huge
shepherd, he lived here...right? Or did he move away? The dog's not
here right?”
“Noooo...no dog here." I tell
him.
“Oh...good. I worked on the house
next door three years ago, each time I came around the backyard this
beast kept barking through the fence. He even charged the fence so hard
it swayed.”
I decide to have a little fun.
“Oh, THAT guy. Yeah. He's moved on.
Never saw the dog but I heard about it. Monster...Cujo...a beast is
right! The neighbors were scared shitless of that thing. Guess you
didn't hear about how he ate three of the neighbor's cats, huh?"
The plumber's eyes widen. “He ate three cats?”
I lay it on...
“So the neighbors tell me. One after
the other in a two month period. He didn't eat all of them. There was some fur, skin and bones left. The guy was so scared about being
sued he paid for the pet cemetery internment of one, and bought two
cats as replacements for the others.”
“Damn...three cats!” the guy says.
“Anyway, the tub's over here. The
piping is from 1950, the faucets from 1973...whaddaya figure? How
much?”
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