I stare at the purebred who is supposedly my sister. No, I was the only pup in my litter; I surely wasn't a purebred, like the Aussie in front of me. She had those intimidating green eyes and a southern twang to her voice. My mother had the same twang, just I never picked it up from her. Bet obviously had spent more time with.. our... mother than I had.
"So..." I spoke nervously. Bet wasn't nervous- if she was, she had a very good way of covering it up with her intimidating look.
"We both wear bandannas." Wow. Did I just say that?
Bet nodded, petting hers with a beautiful white paw. It was lime green. Lime? No one I knew liked the color lime.
"I like yours- blue and white with a 'B'. Very original, dear." Even her voice was intimidating. There was a slight hint of sarcasm to "very original". Bet did seem genuine when she said she liked it.
"Thank you," I said, speaking slowly. "My mother gave it to me."
Bet's face softened at that. "Our mother," she murmured. "Dear, I have some bad news."
Uh oh. "What is it?"
"Honey, Our mother is dead." With her words, the nice southern touch to them, the world seemed to slow. I saw black pressing at the sides of my eyes. My mother. The sweet Aussie with the southern twang. the one I never picked up, now that I wished I had. The she-dog who had given me the beautiful blue and white striped bandanna custom-made from the tailor...
Dead.
Best I explain how I got into this in the first place.
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Bet & blue
FantasyBet and blue are two sisters- Bet is a purebred Australian Shepherd, blue is a mix of an Aussie and several different breeds. But they still share the same mother. They don't know each other exist, until a very strange series of circumstances.
