Travel Schlepp Rescues Karl
|Karl likes animals but Debbie loves them. She has two poodles
and a Dalmatian and three horses. She had a 17-year old chow-chow
named Bear. (Being a Schlepp Bear myself, I particularly liked the name).
People in big cities like Vienna sometimes aren't very friendly to strangers. So imagine our surprise one evening coming back from the VIC when a pretty lady on a bicycle rides up with a Dalmatian running along side and a teddy bear over her shoulder. Of course Debbie just had to pet the Dalmatian. Her name was Frenja and she immediately was very friendly.
The next thing I know, Frenja has invited us to a goulash dinner at a restaurant up the street. Then she takes us for a walk through the historic first district.
All this seemed innocent enough, but her teddy bear wasn't a real teddy bear but a backpack with straps and a zipper so you could put stuff inside him. And Frenja did strange things like stopping to photocopy papers at the hotel or all of the sudden making a long phone call. Plus she had no accent at all for someone from Austria. She spoke perfect English.
It was all such a coincidence that I was beginning to get suspicious. Then Debbie leaned over and whispered, "Isn't this a little strange? The dog, the teddy bear, the papers, the phone call? And she's just too friendly."
Right then I figured I'd better watch out double careful. Something wasn't right.
It was later that night when Karl was fast asleep that it happened.
I was tucked in, too, but I couldn't sleep, worrying about the strange
I hustled into the bathroom and opened the aspirin bottle. All
the little white pills looked the same. What had the dog done?
Poison? Sleeping pills? Some exotic super-spy drug?