Agent to the Stars Part 16
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"Joshua, you're a retriever," I said. "That's what you do."
"That's what I did," Joshua said. "I'm in another line of work now."
The next morning, Joshua and I visited Carl.
"Well, isn't that just the most adorable puppy!" Carl's a.s.sistant Marcella said, leaning over her desk to look at Joshua.
"Only on the outside," I said.
"Why, Tom, what a terrible thing to say," Marcella said. "You know that dogs can pick up on what you're saying about them."
"I have no doubt whatsoever about that," I said. "Is Carl in? I'd like to speak to him, if he has a moment."
"He's in," Marcella said. "Let me see if he can see you." She motioned us over to the waiting area. As we sat, Joshua put his paw on my foot, our signal for when he had something he wanted to say to me. I leaned down, very close to his mouth. "What?" I whispered.
"I just want you to know, I'm having a rough time of things at the moment," Joshua said, his voice barely above a whisper itself. "My dog nature is getting the best of me."
"What do you mean?" I said.
"I mean I have this incredible urge to stick my nose in every crotch that goes by," Joshua said. "It's driving me insane."
"Try to control yourself," I said. "After this meeting I'll take you to the park and you can sniff some other dogs' b.u.t.ts. Good enough?"
"You're mocking me, aren't you," Joshua said.
"Maybe," I said.
"Tom?" Marcella looked over to us. "Carl will see you now." She crinkled a smile and wiggled her fingers at Joshua. Joshua surged, as if to make a beeline for her lap. I held him by his collar and dragged him into Carl's office. Carl was at his desk, glancing at a Hollywood Reporter. He set it down as I closed the door.
"Tom," Carl said, and then glanced down at Joshua. "Is this Joshua's friend?"
"Not exactly," I said, and turned to Joshua. "Say h.e.l.lo, Joshua."
"h.e.l.lo, Joshua," Joshua said.
Carl was momentarily startled but recovered quite a bit quicker than I did. "Cute," he finally said.
"Thanks. I love that joke," Joshua said.
"Would one of you mind telling me how Joshua got in there?" Carl said.
"His dog friend was old and had a heart attack, and Joshua decided to inhabit the body," I said.
"I've also melded with the dog's personality," Joshua said.
Carl furrowed his brow. "You mean your personality is part dog?"
"If you throw a stick, will I not fetch?" Joshua intoned. "If you scratch my backside, will I not jerk my leg? if you show me a cat, will I not chase? Sorry, Tom."
"It's all right," I said.
"Tom, "Carl said, "I'm hoping this isn't your idea of how to bring our peoples together. Joshua appears happy to be a dog, but I don't think that's the form that we want the Yherajk to take for their grand debut."
"Believe me, it's not," I said. "But I think letting him be a dog for a while has some interesting aspects."
"Explain," Carl said.
"Well, for one thing, it finally allows him to interact with humans besides you and me," I said. "I can take him places now. He's not going to get the full human experience, to be sure, but he's going to see more of the place than he would trapped in my house all the time. And maybe the interaction will give us some ideas to go on for how we finally do introduce the Yherajk."
"Joshua?" Carl said.
"Being a dog isn't optimal for observation," Joshua said. "But it's better than what I was doing, which was watching cable television and going into online chat rooms. And I'm having fun. I am the Alpha Dog of the Universe. It doesn't get much better than that."
Carl turned his attention back to me. "What is your plan?"
"I don't have one at the moment," I said. "I thought I'd just take him places and let him look around. You know, be a professional dog walker for a while."
"He's good at it," Joshua volunteered, "and he needs the exercise."
"Quiet, you," Carl said to Joshua. Joshua immediately looked like a dog who knows he's taken a dump in the wrong place in the house. I never would have told Joshua to be quiet. But then, I'm not his dad.
"I can't have you wandering around with a dog," Carl said. "That Van Doren character is still floating around out there. We have to keep you busy." Carl thought for a few moments, then turned back to Joshua.
"Can you act?" Carl asked Joshua.
"I'm pretending to be a dog, aren't I?" Joshua said.
Carl buzzed Marcella. "Get me Albert Bowen, if you please, Marcella," he said, and clicked her off. He turned to me. "You have anything going on in the next few days?"
"Not really. I got Mich.e.l.le Beck a reading for Hard Memories, but that's not until next week. Amanda's handling all the rest of my clients. I'm free," I said.
"Good," Carl said. "Albert Bowen and I went to college together. He's a vet and a trainer, and handles animal casting for commercials and television. Let's see what we can do with this."
Marcella's came over the speakerphone. "Albert Bowen holding for Carl Lupo," she said, and clicked off.
"Hey, Al," Carl said.
"Wolfman!" Bowen said on the other end. Carl twitched slightly at the nickname. College familiarity was probably the only reason Carl let him get away with it. "Haven't heard from you in a while, my friend. What can I do for you?"
"I got an interesting potential client, Al," Carl said. "Animal trainer from the Yukon Territory. Trains dogs. One of my agents did a trek up the Pacific coastline about a year ago and found this guy doing a show outside of Whitehorse. Smartest d.a.m.ned dogs you ever saw. The agent managed to convince the guy to s.h.i.+p one of the dogs down for a week, to see if they might have a future in commercials and films. I think they might, and if it works out, we're going to represent the trainer."
"The trainer s.h.i.+pped one of the dogs?" Bowen said. "He didn't come down himself?"
"Said he didn't need to. Sent the agent a manual with hand signs. Said that's all he'd need, the dog would understand. I told you these were smart dogs, Al."
"Hmmph. I'll have to see it before I believe it," Bowen said.
"Well, Al, that's my plan. I'm going to send the agent over with the dog. The agent's name is Tom Stein, and the dog's name is Joshua. You want to give the dog a looksee and tell me what you think? And if you can use him in any commercials over the next week or so, that'd be good with us. The trainer has given us free rein for this week only."
"Who is this guy?" Bowen said.
"Not going to say, Al," Carl said. "Company secret until we have a deal signed. But if you like what you see, I think we can work out an exclusive contract for your casting company. Work for you?"
"h.e.l.l, yes, Carl," Bowen said. "Have them come up today around one. We'll put the dog through the paces and I'll get back to you by tomorrow morning. You know where my ranch is?"
"Valencia, if I'm not mistaken," Carl said.
"Right you are," Bowen said. "take the Magic Mountain exit, go left, and head into the hills for five miles. Can't miss it. We'll be looking forward to seeing them." Carl and Bowen did their good-bye pleasantries and hung up.
"Yukon Territory? Whitehorse?" I said.
Carl smiled broadly. "I'd like to see anyone check up on that whopper," he said.
Al Bowen met us in the driveway of his ranch, clearly eager to meet Joshua. That is, until he saw him.
"This is the dog?" Bowen said, after we made our introductions. It was clear that he didn't think Joshua was any great prize. But the same could be said of him; Al Bowen was one of those guys who looked like he had spent far too much of his life being a roadie for the Grateful Dead.
"That's him," I said. "He's really more intelligent than he looks."
"I hope so," Bowen said, and knelt down. "He's not a biter, is he?"
"Not that I know of," I said.
Bowen held out his hand to let Joshua sniff him. Joshua declined. Bowen took hold of Joshua's snout and took at look at his gums, then felt down Joshua's body.
"How old is this dog?" He finally asked.
"Eight years, I think," I said.
Bowen snorted. "He's twice that if he's a year, Tom," he said, straightening up. "I have to tell you, if Carl hadn't vouched for this animal, I'd turn you around right now. Come on, let's go this way." He led us past the ranch house, into the back.
"Nice place you've got here," I said.
"Thanks," Bowen said. "It's nothing big, just a couple thousand acres. Family land, you know. Been in the family since the 1800s. Thought I might have to sell it in the 70s, but then I got my vet degree and started doing this. Pays the bills. Got quite a menagerie here -- dogs, cats, pigs, horses, even some llamas. We had a herd of cattle we'd rent out for stampede scenes, but there's not much call for that recently. Had to turn most of them into cat food." We stopped at an enclosed yard that looked like an obstacle course.
"What is this?"
"Well, this is a training track," Bowen said. "If we want to have an animal do something complicated, like run through a house and open a window, we'll sort of create that here and run them through it until it gets hardwired into their brains. I figure that dog of yours has a repertoire of tricks. Tell me what they are, and we'll set up the track and run him through a couple."
"That's not the way he was trained," I said.
Bowen looked at me like I was a bad peyote flashback. "What do you mean?" he said.
"Well, as I understand it, he's sort of trained the other way. Set up the track the way you want it, and tell him what to do, and he'll do it." I was making all this up, and this sounded reasonable to me.
But apparently it didn't sound that way to Bowen. "Look, Tom," he said. "I don't know what fool chase Carl has you running, or if you've pulled a fast one on Carl. But every dog has to be trained for specific tasks. I love and respect dogs, but even the smartest ones can't just be told to do something brand new and then do it. That's just not the way their brains work."
"Mr. Bowen, before you say it can't be done, why don't we try it first?" I said. "I think you'll be surprised."
Bowen looked irritated, and then he laughed. "Fine, then," he said. "Give me a minute to prepare the track." He went into the enclosed area and began moving things around.
"'Is he a biter'," Joshua said, under his breath. "I almost nipped off his nose, just for that one."
"Behave yourself, Joshua," I said. "You think you can handle this?"
"Deep in my bowels of my intellect, I have the knowledge necessary to pilot an interstellar s.p.a.cecraft," Joshua said. "I think I should be sufficiently competent to walk and jump."
"No need to get testy," I said.
"Sorry," Joshua said. "Personally, I think I'm a fine dog. Remind me to pee on this guy's shoes before we go."
Bowen came back to our side of the enclosure and opened it to let us through.
"Let me walk you through this," he said.
"You can just tell me," I said. "That should be fine."
Bowen smirked. "All right, then. Here's what I want. I want your dog to leap over that plastic fence over there, come back around this way to this" -- he motioned to a window with a shade on it -- "and grab the blind string in his mouth to open the blind. Finally, I want him to go all the way back there" -- He pointed to what looked like a kid's playhouse -- "there's a doorbell b.u.t.ton on the right side of the door that he should be able to press. Have him press it, turn around, sit, and bark back at us."
"Is that all?" I said.
"Son," Bowen said. "It would take the better part of a year for a dog to learn something this complicated. If your dog can get just one of these things on the first try, he qualifies as the smartest dog in the history of dogs."
"Joshua," I snapped my fingers as if to make him heel. He sauntered over and sat, looking at me. I pointed to the plastic fence.
"Jump!" I said. I then moved my arm over to the blind.
"Pull!" I said. I then moved my arm over to the playhouse doorbell.
"Press!" I said. I then made a spinning motion with my hand, and mimed my hand sitting.
"Bark!" I said.
Joshua shot me a look that clearly said, give me a f.u.c.king break.
"Go!" I said. He sprinted off.
"Mary mother of G.o.d in a lobster bib," Al Bowen said, roughly twenty seconds later.
"I thought he was a little sloppy about the blinds," I said. They were, in fact, slightly crooked.
"Listen," Bowen said. "I've got a Mighty Dog commercial scheduled here for the day after tomorrow. Tell me you can make it."
"Sure," I said.
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