"Lawrence Watt-Evans - In for Pound" - читать интересную книгу автора (Watt-Evans Lawrence)

She froze, and set the wineglass down carefully. Then she rounded the corner to the foyer and stepped
out the front door onto the porch.



The Animal Control van was cruising slowly down the street; as she watched it stopped under a
streetlight, and a man in a gray uniform jumped out, holding a pole with a loop on the end.



A second man came around the front of the van. "There he is!" he called, pointing at the Rosenthals'
bushes.
Her heart sank. Dave had been careless, and had been spotted.



She tried to think what she could do. If she claimed he was her dog . . . well, they had discussed this. He
had no collar, no registration, no vaccination tag, and the Animal Control people would insist, quite
reasonably, that she take her dog in and get him a license and get his shots taken care of.



Except he couldn't come in for a rabies shot unless the full moon was in the sky, and the vets weren't
generally open then.



The two men were rushing for the bushes, one to either side, trapping their prey between them. She saw
a flash of gray fur, and the two men dove, pole sweeping around, and then the three were all in a heap on
the Rosenthals' lawn, and a moment later the two men were dragging a snarling, struggling wolf toward
the van.



"Hey!" she called, stepping down from the porchтАФshe'd find a way around the problem with the shots;
maybe she could claim religious grounds for not having it done. "Hey, that's my dog!"



The two men ignored her as they heaved Dave into the cage in the back of the van and slammed it shut.
She hurried toward them.



Once the cage was locked, one of them turned to face her.



"That's my dog," she said, pointing.