By: Socks Catt
© 2006 Socks Furrotica, All Rights Reserved
The Sheriff's officer walked into the truck stop cafe and talked to the
waitress behind the counter. She pointed at a form in a booth
near the back of the diner part of the truck stop hunched over a laptop
computer and a newspaper. The officer walked over to the
form. "Excuse me sir, is that your Chevrolet out there?"
"Yes sir?" Winchester looked up to the officer. The officer
stood up a little straighter, shocked a little by the dog's
appearance. "I'm sorry officer, if it's parked in the wrong place
I'll move it without a problem."
"No, no. That's not the problem." The officer took a piece of
paper and a notepad out of his pocket while trying not to look
shocked. "Would you mind telling me how you came into ownership
of that vehicle?"
"It's mine?" Winchester licked his muzzle nervously and cocked his ears
back. "Been mine for years."
"Do you have any idea why it was reported as stolen?" the officer asked.
Winchester half closed his eyes, and then fully closed them. He
brought his furred elbow onto the table and put his head in his
paw. "They would do that."
"I'm sorry? Who would they be?"
"Officer, I can produce the title to the vehicle outside, as well as
identification of who I used to look like before two weeks ago and
change. I'm also willing to bet that I can tell you who reported
the car stolen and why." Winchester looked up to the Officer, who
motioned with his hand to do so. Winchester opened up his laptop
backpack, and produced the title to the car. While the officer
was looking at it, Winchester brought his driver's license and passport
out and showed it to the officer.
The Sheriff looked over the IDs, and the title. "Am I to believe
that you used to be Carl Robinson?" The dog nodded slowly.
"And you're not putting me on with this?" The dog shook his
head. "So why on Earth is that car reported as stolen?"
"Was it reported stolen by a man named Parker Robinson at the address
on my license?" Winchester asked.
"He used to be my father."
An hour later Winchester was finishing his coffee while the Sheriff
closed his notebook. "That's one hell of a story son."
"For what it's worth I'm not sure I'm believing it all myself, Sir."
Winchester said with some respect. "I keep expecting to wake up
back in the hotel and think this is all some kind of bad dream."
"If you don't mind I'd like to check out the rest of the story before I
let you go on your way." Winchester nodded. "Tell me, what
are you doing up here?"
The dog paused, and sipped on his coffee to buy himself time to
think. "I don't know." Winchester finally said. "It felt
like home. I pointed the car north and this is where I've stopped
for now. I hoped I could find something in the paper or on the
net in terms of employment."
"So you want to move up here son?"
"If I can find a place to work, yes sir. If not I'll be on my way
until I find somewhere I can."
The officer nodded, leaning in closer. "So what can you do?"
"Expert hunting guide." Winchester said, almost mechanically. "I
know all the laws for deer, duck, pheasant, geese, bear, fish and
turkey and more. I can clean and maintain most hunting rifles and
shotguns as well as most other firearms. I can train hunting dogs
and even do basic retrieval myself if I have to. I can track, and
given some time I can learn the migration patterns of any game animal
in the state on any land. And I know how to properly set up
blinds, tree stands ice houses or anything else needed for people."
The sheriff whistled appreciatively. "And you learned all that
Winchester furled his eyebrows and tipped his ears back a little.
"Honestly, I don't know. But I know what I know, and I'm hoping
that I can find a job somewhere that I can use my skills."
The sheriff nodded. "Think you can stay in the area for a day or
so? I may be able to help you out."
Winchester smiled. "I would appreciate that greatly, Sir."
He wagged his tail in appreciation.
The officer leaned forward a little more. "If you need a place to
stay, I can probably put you up for a day or two. My wife
probably won't mind and she might like the company."
Winchester smiled. "That would be great Sir!" He then
looked at the officer, and noticed his eyes were sparkling a
little. "Umm, Sir? Could you watch my stuff a moment?
I need to use the washroom." The officer nodded, almost in a
dream state. Winchester scurried to the bathroom, and looked in
his back pocket. Medium blue bandana, right side.
He cupped his paws under a faucet, and drenched his face in cold water
a few times. "no, no, no, no...." he muttered to himself, shaking
his head violently. He came back to the table a few minutes later
to find the officer still there. "I'm sorry about that Sir."
"It happens." The officer said very casually. Winchester saw his
eyes were normal now. "So would you be able to stay in town a
while? I'll call Bill tonight and see if he's in a place he can
help you out."
Winchester nodded. "I can do that Sir. I'll get a motel
room or something." The officer started to speak. "No, I
insist. I don't want to put you out or anything. But thank
you." Winchester sighed in relief to himself when the officer let
"You're perfect for what I'm looking for. But it's your lack of
references that worry me." Bill said. "I run a small business and
I can't afford to just take anyone off the highway for a publicity
"I understand that Sir. All I ask for is a chance to prove
myself." Winchester sat up straight in the chair, fighting every urge
to wag his tail or twitch his muzzle or anything else.
"Your circumstances are... well they're not average I'll tell you
that." The man said. "And having someone like you on the
staff would be a real advantage..." He leaned back in his chair
and thought a moment. "I'll tell you what. Tomorrow at
first light I'd like you to take the ATV and find all the deer
stands. I'll give you one of the customer maps and you go look at
'em. Tell me your honest opinion of them all. Don't
bullshit me. I want to know what you think of them all. And
we'll take it from there."
"Thank you Sir. I appreciate the opportunity." Winchester let his
tail tip wag a little.
"Please, call me Bill." Winchester nodded. "Nobody else is
here right now, so you can stay in one of the guest cabins tonight."
Late into next evening, Bill heard the ATV engine on its way back to
his cabins. He looked over and saw that it was working fine with
no out-of-round ends on the bumpers, and that the dog guy on it wasn't
looking bruised or beaten. So he probably didn't flip the
thing. He walked over to where the Lab parked it as he was
shutting the vehicle down. "So! What do you think of the
"Most of them are good." Winchester said as he finished turning the
vehicle off. He reached in his bib pocket for the map of the
grounds to point out locations. Bill saw the pencil marks on the
map put there by the dog. "Considering this is private land and
the stands don't see a lot of action they're in pretty good
shape. I was kinda surprised nobody's out there right now but I
guess the hunters only want the weekends, huh?" Winchester looked
up to Bill, who didn't give any read for his opinion.
Winchester looked back down and pointed at the map. "But for starters,
stand 'G' here? You need to get rid of that one. There's no
scrapes or signs of deer anywhere near there, and the stand itself is
not in the best of shape. If you wanted to keep it I can see what
I'd need to do to fix it to hold a person safely with full gear, but I
think it's better to reclaim it and move it to here." He pointed
to another section of map with a penciled in circle and some notes.
"But I like the other stands. Stand 'F' is in excellent shape,
'A' is looking good but for a few of the floorboards that should be
reinforced to hold three big guys in there. I can do that in the
off season if you'd like to keep noise down. And it looks like
'B' here is the one where hunters would see the most action if it's
baited right. And I know we can bait in this county."
Winchester pointed at the map at several "x" marks he made. "The
reason it took so long is I parked the ATV here, and walked it
all. Don't worry, I didn't leave a scent trail all over the
place. I saw a few nice takers out there too. Oh, and I
like this wetland on the edge of the property, it looks like an
excellent place for duck in season and I can see some great places to
set up a blind. Possibly get some winter ice fishing in if it
gets cold enough. Overall, a good location except this stand."
Bill smiled. "Stand 'G' we call the 'Bachelor Stand'." He
said. "We put a bachelor up in there as a joke, and come back
here to drink beers while he freezes his ass off." Winchester
smiled and snickered himself. "So what are you asking for again?"
"A place to work, a chance to earn my keep and some more to put away,
and somewhere I can eat and sleep."
That night Winchester was on his phone. "Yeah! Found a
place to stay, found a place to work, and hopefully this turns out
"You can't be in the middle of nowhere." Steve said. "Your cell phone
"Yeah, it's off the beaten path but not that far from the cell
towers. I mean we're by the freakin' Dells!" Winchester paced
while wagging his tail. "But I'm lovin' the place, and the
job. I'm taking Bill out tomorrow on a mock hunt to show him what
I can do, it'll be fun!"
"Cool!" Steve said. "So I've got your new number now. So
when can I come up and visit you?"
"I'd wait until summer, between seasons." Winchester said. "Bill
said that's the slow time. But I'm gonna see if we can fill the
cabins then too. I mean we're by the dells, how hard can this
be? Tourism is a big thing here."
"Just keep that damned thing out of your pocket." Steve said.
Winchester looked at his jeans pocket out of reflex and saw the orange
bandana in his back pocket. "Jeezus that thing is freaky."
"Yeah." Winchester said. "Did I mention that he smokes too?
Pipe and cigars?"
"Lord help him." Steve said. Winchester laughed.
"Woah!" the man said. "What's that?"
"He's Winchester." Bill said. "He's going to be your guide in the
"We got a dog as our guide?" the man laughed with his friend. "Oh
dear lord! Well is he any good?"
"He's better than I am." Bill said. "Just give him a chance,
he'll surprise you."
"Well, I guess it can't hurt." The other man said. "If nothing
else we've got a story for home!"
That night Winchester gave a briefing to the men of what to expect,
where they'd be going, and what time they were going. With some
apprehension, the two men decided to go along with the dog's
plans. The next night, Bill served dinner to the two men and
Winchester at the main cabin. The stories that came out of the
hunters made Bill smile. He made a good hire.
"WINCH! Where are ya dog?" Bill stepped out of his truck
with some other men, snow gently falling around him.
"Yes Sir?" Winchester held his pipe in his muzzle as he walked over
from the main cabin into the winter chill. He wagged his covered
tail seeing the other guys on a Friday night. It would be a full
place for the night with lots of cigars going. He always liked
these nights, even if he didn't stay in the same room with them
all. He didn't know how well he would be received by these men,
so he avoided these nights usually.
"Why don't ya play some cards with us tonight instead of hiding?
The rest of the boys are coming over for some action and it's about
time ya met them." Bill said as he opened the back of the truck.
"Thank you Sir, but I probably shouldn't." Winchester went to the back
of the truck and started to unload the groceries and drinks from the
"Aww why not?" one of his friends asked. "You know all those dogs
playing poker were good, right?"
"Between these perking ears and this wagging tail do you really think I
have a good poker face?" Winchester grinned around his pipe, and the
others laughed, as he wanted them to. "I'll lose all my money for
sure and I gotta save for some good winter boots."
"Well why not just hang out with us and share some beers?" Bill asked.
"At least you can meet the guys."
"I'd like that very much Sir!" Winchester brought the food into
the kitchen and put it away. He also took some care to put his
bandana away in his room, and made sure it didn't pop back into his
pocket mysteriously. He felt empty for the night, but he knew it
was much safer this way.
Durring the night, Winchester went out to the kitchen to bring beers in
for the guys. "So ya hired a dog huh?" One asked.
"Yeah." Bill said. "He's a good worker too. He's been busy
every day doing this or that. Fixing stuff, great handyman."
"But he's a dog." Another said. "Raise twenty."
"You don't have dogs on your property?" Bill asked.
"Not ones that talk or fix cabins or stands." He said with a
smile. "Seems like a good joe tho. He was at that hotel
down south, huh?" Bill nodded. "Poor guy. At least he
doesn't let it slow him down."
"He's a damned good guide." Bill said. "He wasn't here a week and
he took out a few customers at the end of the season. They bagged
an 8 and a 10 pointer out there in an afternoon." He looked at
his hand. "Fold. But once the hunters get past the fact
that he's a dog, he's a very good guide."
"A ten pointer, huh?" one asked. "Got pictures?" Bill
nodded again. "Damn. I may be wrong. I thought you
hired him as a stunt"
"He's already got the spots for the special no antler hunt the DNR has
going next week too. He's eager to prove himself" Bill said.
"Damn." The first man said. "So I guess he's not so bad then
huh?" Bill shook his head. "Another ten."
The next morning, Winchester knocked on the office door gently.
"You busy Sir?"
"Not yet." Bill put down the book he had. "What's on your mind?"
"Sir? Can I ask you a somewhat personal question?"
Winchester adjusted the belt on his jeans nervously.
"Sir? Are you gay?" Bill sat up in his chair. "If you
are, that's fine because I am. I just wanted to make sure what I
sensed was right." Winchester's tail tapped side to side and he
looked a little nervous himself.
"What exactly did you... sense?" Bill asked nervously.
"Well last night I noticed a few things. If I wasn't a dog I
never would have but, ya know. Like when you all talked about
women last night, the others had some major scent changes. They
talked a little higher pitched, and they got a little more flush in the
face, they had a spike of testosterone. You didn't but you
covered it good. Then when one of them talked about his farm
hand, you had some changes in your scent but you hid your voice really
good. And a few other things, but that was the main part."
Winchester leaned against the desk, waiting nervously. "So I just
wanted to know."
Bill sat back in his chair, looking almost beaten. He closed his
eyes a moment, and then looked Winchester square in the eyes. "So
what do you want from me?"
"Nothing more than I ever asked for." Winchester said. "This
isn't extortion. I just want to know if I can trust my
instincts." Winchester looked into Will's eyes, and saw they were
normal. He had the bandana in check.
Bill took in a deep breath through his nose. "Well, you can." He
said with some finality. He let that sit a moment. "Don't
go making this a public thing."
"Don't worry sir." Winchester said. "I told you, I'm gay
too. I know the value of being discreet about it." Winchester
tapped the smaller tag on his neck. "I know it's not everyone's
business. I just wanted to know." Bill just nodded.
"And I don't think it will ever come up unless they know what the
bandana in my back pocket means."
Bill looked over at Winchester's back pocket. "So that means
something to you?"
Winchester grinned. "It means a lot more than I'm right
pawed." Both he and Bill smiled to each other, like Bill had a
weight lifted off his shoulders. "Oh, and thank you for sticking
up for me last night."
Bill shrugged. "I mean it, you're a good worker."
Winchester nodded happily, and let his tail wag a little more.
"That reminds me. I'd like to talk to you about summer stuff."
Some weeks later, a car pulled into the driveway and Winchester hopped
out of his car and out of the cold. He walked to his room in the
main cabin and began to put things away. "Got everything set up
Winch?" Bill asked as he stepped in the doorframe.
"Yes Sir." Winchester said. "Drivers license, banking
information, phone set up, passport, everything is set. You're
stuck with me now. I'm a permanent resident."
Bill grinned. "You say that like its bad."
Winchester grinned himself. "So I take it you're ok with having a
gay dog as your main guide?"
"As long as we don't have it as an advertised feature, yes I am." Bill
said. "Considering I personally checked you out fully."
They both smiled to each other, Winchester wagging his tail
happily. "You know, one of these days you should learn to care
for the horses and the dogs out back. They seem to like you."
Winchester nodded. "Well I did assert myself as Alpha a while
ago. They respect that and they don't mess with me. Oh, and
one of the bitches is about ready to go into heat."
"How do... Oh right." Bill said shaking his head. "I
thought you said you were gay?"
"I am. I can smell it, I'm just not gonna do anything about it."
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