“Besides, why hide for so long,
and then all of a sudden show up?
What’d they eat, and of course they’d
also have to...”
“I still don’t buy it,” Randy
interrupted me, and then added, “You
know how unreliable eye-witness testi-
mony can be sometimes.”
I was about to agree, when Beth
said, “I'd buy it,” and then explained
herself.
“I've sometimes helped Barry put
an animal to sleep, and sometimes they
just know what's coming. I can't ex-
plain it. It's just a feeling I have
from watching so many of them before
they were put down. If Crim’s not
right, how else can you explain it? How
do they know what's coming, unless they
can see into the future somehow, or can
* read it in our faces, or understand
what we’re saying in front of them?
“Even if they're learning it from
our facial expressions, or from our
words, that's still an amazing mental
feat for a dog to be able to predict
their future from that.
“The one case that really sticks
in my mind was a pit-bull I remember
helping Barry with. It was my last,
and Barry’s too.
“I’ll never forget how she went
down fighting every fucking inch of the
way. It took all four of the people
that the state had sent to help us
restrain her, and to make sure the
execution was carried out.
“Witnesses, they called them-
selves, and we were the executioners,”
Beth said in almost a whisper. “She was
strong, but they were stronger, and the
poor dog didn't have a chance.
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