Ike said, “Well, as I remember it, your buddy April disappeared from her home one night when no one else was there.” Ike stood and stretched his legs. He did a few quick squats, cracked his knuckles, and when the blood was flowing he continued with the story. Theo added details along the way, just a few at first but after twenty minutes the two were tag-teaming as they relived their adventure of finding April and rescuing her from her crazy father.
Around midnight, Star brought them bottles of cold water and did a quick check of the patient. Judge was breathing but not awake.
Ike said, “Star, welcome to our little story time. Would you like to play along? You can choose any story you want because Judge doesn’t care. He just loves stories.”
Theo wanted to hear the story of how she managed to get a ring in her nose, but knew that was probably off-limits. Star said, “Let me think about it. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
“I guess she doesn’t like to tell stories,” Ike mumbled. “What about that time, Theo, when someone broke into your locker and planted some stolen goods? And the police were about to arrest you? Just a couple of months ago, right?”
“How could I forget?”
“And someone kept slashing your bike tires.”
“That’s it.”
“Great. Tell Judge and me that story again.”
Theo was suddenly tired. He was physically exhausted and needed sleep, and he was emotionally drained as well. He stood, did a few squats like Ike, and began the rather frightening story of being accused of a crime and nearly arrested. Ike had been involved in that story, too, and he inserted a few details along the way.
The chatter continued, and down the hall Star listened with amusement. Around 2:00 a.m., things became quiet in the exam room, and Star peeked inside. Theo was asleep in one corner, curled into an awkward position on top of a sleeping bag his father had brought. Ike had somehow managed to fall asleep sitting in a chair with his feet propped up.
She eased inside and gently touched Judge near his heart. It was still beating.
The police investigators arrived at Dr. Kohl’s clinic early Saturday morning. Dr. Kohl was not yet in, but Star had unlocked the clinic and welcomed the officers. They chatted with Theo and Ike for about fifteen minutes and left. They said their plans were to talk to both Hardie and Woody that morning. Theo learned that the survey crew had disappeared by the time the police arrived yesterday afternoon, so no arrests were made. The police did retrieve Theo’s bike and he could pick it up at the station. Ike made it very clear that the Boone family certainly intended to press charges, and have the men arrested and brought to justice.
Unknown to Theo, Hardie had managed to memorize the license plate number of the survey crew’s truck.
Mr. and Mrs. Boone arrived with doughnuts and coffee. Ike left soon thereafter. He promised to return that afternoon. Dr. Kohl examined Judge at 9:00 a.m. and said there was little change in his condition. The fact that he had survived the night was obviously a good sign, but the veterinarian cautioned them against too much optimism. Mrs. Boone suggested Theo go home, take a shower, and get some rest, but Theo refused. He was not leaving Judge until Judge was fully awake and feeling fine.
No one argued with Theo.
Mr. Boone left but Mrs. Boone stayed at the clinic. She established herself in one corner of the reception area, opened her laptop, and began going through her e-mails. She had a thick briefcase by her side and lots of work to do. Theo sat with her for a few minutes and made small talk, then he went to check on Judge. Back and forth, back and forth. The day dragged on as sick dogs and cats came and went through the reception area. Dr. Kohl was popular because he’d been there so long, but he had also discovered that Saturday was the perfect day for business. He didn’t work on Mondays, preferring instead to play golf, but on Saturdays, he was a busy vet. Once an hour, he checked on Judge.
Mr. Boone arrived and Mrs. Boone left. April returned on her bike, without her mother, and stayed with Theo for an hour. When Dr. Kohl and the technicians weren’t looking, Theo sneaked her in for a quick visit with Judge. She could not hold back the tears at the sight of the patient, partially tucked under a white sheet, his head shaved, eyes closed, and little pink tongue hanging out. Theo, though, was tired of crying.
Dr. Kohl X-rayed Judge again and reported the swelling had gone neither up nor down. At 2:00 p.m., another vet, a Dr. McKenzie, arrived at the clinic. According to Dr. Kohl, Dr. McKenzie was a friend and trusted colleague and was there to examine Judge and give a second opinion. With Theo out of the exam room, the two vets poked and prodded, studied the X-rays, and seemed rather gloomy about Judge’s condition.
Throughout Saturday, Theo rarely left Judge’s side. His parents came and went. Vets came and went. Technicians came and went. Woody, Hardie, and April came and went. Alone with the door closed, Theo gently stroked the soft fur along his dog’s back, whispering and assuring him that things were going to be fine. He watched intently as Judge’s stomach rose slowly, then fell, clear proof he was still breathing, still alive. “Come on, boy,” he said for the millionth time.
Judge was a mutt whose age and breeding would always be a mystery. He had been abandoned by someone and taken into custody by the city’s Animal Control unit. He had been placed in a shelter, given his shots, fed and groomed, and put up for adoption, but no one wanted him. The animal rights activists in town had long been seeking a no-kill policy at the city’s shelter, but the sad fact remained that there were too many stray dogs and cats and not enough people willing to adopt them. After six months in the shelter, the city had no choice but to “put down” the unwanted animals. For Judge, his six months had expired, and he was hours away from the end.
Two years earlier, when Theo was eleven, he had gone to Animal Court with his dad to help a friend whose German shepherd had bitten the mailman for the third time. Animal Court, also known as Kitty Court, among other names, was in the basement of the courthouse, and was considered by the lawyers to be the lowest possible place in the entire judicial system. In fact, most lawyers avoided Animal Court.
Judge Yeck was a part-time judge, and perhaps the only lawyer in town who wanted to fool with Animal Court. During the dispute over the German shepherd, Judge Yeck looked at Theo and said, “Say, Theo, what kind of dog do you have?”
Theo, who was sitting behind his father, was honored to be recognized by a judge, even if it was in Animal Court. He stood and said, “Well, sir, I don’t have a dog.”
“Why not? Every kid needs a dog.” Judge Yeck looked at Mr. Boone and said, “Woods, why don’t you let your kid have a dog?” Theo was thrilled and couldn’t help but smile, braces and all. He had been bugging his parents about getting a dog for at least a year.
Mr. Boone looked embarrassed and said, “Well, Judge, we’re talking about it.”
As Theo would later learn, after he and Judge Yeck became pals, the judge loved animals and hated to see them destroyed. He looked at a bailiff and said, “Bring that mutt in here.” The bailiff disappeared through a door and within seconds returned with the mutt, the one who was about to be renamed Judge.
Yeck said, “Look at this handsome dude, Theo. Wouldn’t he make a great friend?”
The handsome dude looked directly at Theo, and Theo looked directly at him, and at that moment the friendship was sealed. Judge was knee-high to an adult, weighed forty pounds, had a lot of terrier and thick fur and big brown eyes and was the cutest dog Theo had ever seen.
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