" The next weekend Jay and Robin sold
the first of Julie's puppies. "I'm Roberta Gilbert, but
everyone calls me Robbie, and this is my husband, Steve,"
the pretty woman said as they stepped onto the porch of Jay's
log cabin on Campbell Creek. Jay led them around back to the
outdoor pen where they kept the pups.
"What do you do?" Jay asked Robbie
as they walked.
"I'm a psychologist and Steve is a spook,
a spy for the CIA," Robbie said happily.
"I'm an analyst with a doctorate in geography,"
Steve explained. "I study agriculture around the world
and try to predict where the next shortage might cause starvation
or a war."
"That's fascinating," Jay said. "What
do you see when you look into your crystal ball?"
"North Korea has had terrible floods,
ruining the rice crop, and the people are pumped up, eager
for war to grab the prosperous South. It could start next
spring," Steve said, looking concerned.
"Really." Jay was thoughtful. "My
broker just recommended South Korean stocks. He said they
were booming. Their economy is supposed to take off like a
"Oh, they'll be rockets all right,"
Steve agreed, nodding his head.
"This is the one we picked out for you,"
Jay said as Robin handed a puppy to Robbie.
"Oh! He's so cute." She cuddled the
puppy on her ample chest, and the little guy happily licked
Robbie's cheek. The golden retriever puppy was very blond,
almost white like a Great Pyrenees, and just eight weeks old.
"Little Moo Goo, you're so cute,"
she said, in a baby voice, into the puppy's face.
Jay looked at Steve, slightly distressed, who
explained, "Robbie likes Moo Goo Gai Pan. It's either
Moo Goo or we name him Chauncey," Steve unhappily finished
"Oh, what's this on his neck?" Robbie
asked. "Moo Goo has a boo boo!" Still in the baby
"That's a hot spot," Robin explained.
"It's just a skin infection caused by heat and humidity.
Jay kept the litter on plastic and it was too warm in the
whelping room. It will go away in a couple days now that the
puppies are running around."