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The Dognappers
It was all Dave’s idea, I swear. He figured
it was easy money. Grab a dog (you had to make sure it was well looked after,
no use picking a stray) ring the owners and demand a ransom. Easy. I mean it’s
not like you’re grabbing a kid or anything. We just needed some quick cash,
just to see us through ‘til the crop headed.
But it was me that found the dog. A little black thing
it was. Just a puppy really. Dave said it looked like a big black rat. I
thought it might be a fox terrier, or maybe a cross, part labrador or
something. Anyhow, it came to me when I called it, all trusting and wagging its little tail and looking at me
with its big black eyes, while Dave jumped on it from behind with this sack. It
struggled a bit when we shoved it in the car, but it didn’t make a sound.
When we got it home we took it out to the backyard. I
had this old lead from when we had a dog, a big pit bull terrier, but someone
came over the back fence and poisoned it and stole our crop. Dave wanted to get
another one, but I couldn’t stand it. I loved that old terrier. Maxy, his name
was. Anyhow, we had this old lead, so I used it to tie the dog to the
clothesline. Used one of those really good knots I learned in the boy scouts so
it wouldn’t get loose.
The dog had a collar with the owners’ phone number,
but no name. I asked Dave if we should ring the owners straight away, but he
said wait a bit and let them stew. He said they’d pay more that way.
So we left the dog and went to the pub.
We got home pretty late because Dave was meeting this
bloke he knew who was selling us one of those big plasma TVs off the back of a
truck. He was only asking $500. Dave loves his footy and I don’t mind a good
flick now and then, you know, one with a good car chase. So we had to wait ‘til
well after dark for him to turn up and then we had to have a couple of drinks
with him. He was trying to sell Dave an indoor gym as well. He had to be joking.
Anyhow, Dave was trying to put him off without admitting he didn’t have any
more money. Once we’d got home and brought the telly inside it was well after
midnight before we remembered to feed the dog.
When I saw the mess I just swore to buggery. You should’ve
seen it. Chewed up marijuana plants thrown around all over the lawn. And they
were just about to head, too. Dave came racing out. When he saw it he roared.
‘Where’s that fucking dog? I’ll kill the fucking cunt.’
I got to the dog first. I could’ve killed it myself.
When it saw me it got up, wagging its little tail and looking at it me with its
big black eyes. I’ll give you wagging your little tail I was thinking, but then
I saw it couldn’t’ve been the dog. It was still tied to the clothesline just as
we’d left it, same knot tied in the same way and all. I showed it to Dave. He
was still so angry he’d’ve given the dog a good kicking anyway, but I made him
see sense. Whatever the little mongrel had done, it meant money to us, money
we’d need more than ever now. Dave gave the shed door a good thumping instead.
The next morning I cleaned up the mess, but it wasn’t
‘til I went to feed the birds that I saw the worst of the damage. They were all
lying still in the bottom of the aviary, their little claws stuck up in the
air. And there wasn’t a mark on them.
That night Dave rang the owner while I listened on the
extension. A woman answered. Dave put on this really tough deep voice. ‘We’ve
got your dog. It’ll be five thousand dollars if you ever want to see it again.’
Dave reckoned that was fair compensation for losing the crop.
There was nothing for a moment on the other end, then
she said, ‘Is the dog all right?’ She sounded worried, but pretty calm.
‘For now,’ Dave said.
‘I’m just a pensioner,’ she said. ‘I can’t pay five
thousand dollars.’
‘You will if you want your dog back in one piece.’
‘You won’t hurt the dog, will you?’
Dave just laughed. ‘We’ll give you another ring soon.
You think about it.’
‘I’ll call the police.’
‘No you won’t, love. Not if you ever want to see your
dog alive, you won’t.’
Dave gave me a grin as he hung up. ‘She’ll pay.’
Dave had bought another plant from a mate, just for
our personal use, so we decided to put the dog to bed in the outside laundry,
just in case. I tied it up to the pipes with a good strong knot. We left it
sitting on top of the washing machine and bolted the door. We didn’t hear a
peep all night.
The next morning I got up and went outside for a piss.
I thought I might check up on the dog, give it a drink of water or something,
when I saw all this water coming from under the door. I unbolted the door and
jumped back. It opened by itself and all this filthy water came pouring out. I
thought the dog must’ve drowned, but when I looked in it was sitting on the
washing machine, just where we left it the night before. The taps were running
and the trough had overflowed. I rushed in and turned off the taps and then
looked around. It was a bloody fright. All the dirty clothes we’d left in the
washing machine were torn up and thrown all over the place. There were even
bits hanging from the rafters. Everything was covered in soap powder, and all
the bottles were open and the stuff inside emptied out all over the place
making this sticky goo. But when I checked out the dog it was completely clean
and dry and when he stood up you could see the spot under him was clean, too.
We rang the owner again that afternoon. I’d managed to
clean up most of the mess before Dave got up, but I had to tell him what
happened. He wasn’t too happy, but the old woman wouldn’t budge. ‘I still can’t
pay you,’ she told us.
‘Look, lady,’ Dave said, ‘you’ve got a nice little dog
there. You wouldn’t want to see it come to any harm, would you? There are
places that’d pay good money to get their hands on a healthy specimen like him.
Would you like that?’
‘No, I wouldn’t,’ she said, ‘but I just don’t have the
money.’
‘All right,’ Dave said. ‘What about two thousand
dollars? You think about that and we’ll call you tomorrow.’
That night we emptied everything out of the old broom
cupboard off the kitchen and put the dog in there. Dave screwed a huge bolt to
the door and we even wedged a chair under the door handle. There was no way he
was going to get into any mischief in there.
But the next morning I was woken up by Dave bellowing
like a wounded bull. I rushed out to see what was wrong. There were broken CDs
and DVDs all over the living room. The videos had all been unwound and the
tapes were all tangled up together. And the brand new plasma TV was lying
smashed up on the floor. Screaming like a banshee, Dave ran out to the kitchen
and pulled the carving knife out of the drawer. ‘Where’s that fucking dog?’ he
yelled. ‘I’m going to kill it.’
He pulled the chair away from the cupboard door and
unbolted it. I stood back (I’m not good with blood) but Dave stopped in his
tracks, the knife still in midair. I peaked over his shoulder. The dog was
still tied up inside, wagging its tail and looking at us with its big black
eyes.
Dave backed out and turned and looked at me like he
was in shock or something. I sat him in a chair and took the knife off him. I
made him a cup of coffee and sat down with him, but we had nothing to say to
each other.
That day, I talked to the dog’s owner. ‘Look, lady, we
know you don’t have much money, so we’ll do a deal with you. We can give you
the dog for a thousand dollars.’
But she wasn’t ready to deal. ‘I’m sorry,’ she said.
‘That’s still too much.’ And she hung up on us.
We put the dog in the aviary that night. We tied it up
with two strong ropes so it could barely move. We locked the door and tied it
shut with another strong rope, making sure the knot was well out of reach. And
they were good knots too, the strongest ones I’d learnt in the boy scouts.
There was no way it could get out of there. Then we went inside and locked all
the doors and shut all the windows.
But I tossed and turned all night. I kept having these
dreams about the little dog sneaking around the house, looking for some more
mischief. I finally fell into a deep sleep in the early hours of the morning,
so I didn’t wake up until late. Still pretty groggy, I went to the kitchen to
make some coffee and found Dave lying unconscious on the floor. One leg and an
arm were lying at funny angles and he was bleeding and bruised all over. While
I was waiting for the ambulance, he came to. He couldn’t tell me what happened,
just that he’d got up in the night to get a drink of water and fell over
something. He said it was something warm and moving.
After the ambulance took Dave to the hospital, I went
out to look at the dog. It was sitting, just as we left it, tied up in the
aviary, looking at me with its big black eyes.
I rang the owner again that afternoon. I couldn’t let
Dave down altogether so I asked for five hundred dollars.
‘I’m sorry,’ she said, really cool like. ‘I’ve already
told you. I’m a pensioner.’
There was no use carrying on so I asked her for her
address and said I’d bring the dog round to her. I thought maybe she’d give me
something for my trouble, but she refused to tell me and hung up on me.
I was at home all alone with the dog that night. I put
it back in the aviary and tied it up. I locked and tied the aviary up. Then I
took all the heavy things I could find in the shed and the backyard and put
them in front of the door and all around it. I locked all the doors and windows
in the house. I went to my room, locked the door and moved a chest of drawers
in front of it. But I still didn’t feel safe. I sat up all night, and all night
I could hear something outside my bedroom door, scratching and knocking.
In the morning the noises had stopped, but I was still
too scared to go out. I called the owner
on my mobile. I begged her to come and get the dog. I swore I wouldn’t hurt
either of them.
She didn’t say anything for a while, then she said,
‘All right. Tell me your address. But if there’s any trouble I’ll call the
police.’
Quarter of an hour later, I opened the door to this
really weird looking woman. She was tall and sort of elegant, pretty young
looking for a pensioner, except that she had this really long white hair. She
was wearing a long black dress with all these symbols sewn on it in red. And
she had these really blue eyes that looked right through you. ‘I’ve come for
the dog,’ she said, ‘and no funny business.’
I wasn’t going to give her any trouble.
I took her out to the backyard and let the dog out. It
jumped straight into her arms and licked her all over. She laughed and kissed
it back, talking baby talk to it.
As I took her back through the house to the front door
she looked around and said, ‘Where’s your friend? I thought there were two of
you.’
I told her he was in hospital.
She gave this cold, cruel smile and said, ‘Well, he
should be safe there.’
I opened the front door to see her out. Ours is only a
short street and I know everyone’s car. There were no strange cars in the
street. Where we’d picked up the dog was at least an hour’s drive away, and I
knew she lived in the same area because of her phone number. I couldn’t help
asking, ‘How did you get here?’
She gave me a knowing grin that gave me this cold
feeling.
Before I knew it I was shoving a hundred dollars into
her hand for a taxi.
‘That’s very generous of you,’ she said with that same
grin, stuffing the note down her dress. She looked around for the dog. It had
gone exploring up and down the street. ‘Here, Satan,’ she called to him, ‘let’s
go home.’
Now it begins
