Gerald the Butler
Cucumberus Facialus Interruptus
Clack.
Heimdall jolted from a deep, dream filled sleep. Named for the Viking god who guarded the Rainbow Bridge that led to Asgard, he had been dreaming of neither glorious battles nor of shimmering golden booty from raided villages. Heimdall had been dreaming of short strips of worn leather, dirty rubber bouncy balls, and the cute new Maltese that had moved in around the corner. Heimdall was a ten-inch tall, six-pound, Yorkshire Terrier, full name, Heimdall the Norse Dog Farnsworth.
Clack.
None of his dreams ever contained a ‘Clack’.
Clack.
There it was again. He jumped from the massive king-sized bed he shared with Colin Farnsworth, his deep sleeping human, and padded softly from the room, pausing to sit and listen at the top of the stairs.
Clack, schlick, pop, schlick-snick, scrape. Clack. Pop!
That was most definitely a series of noises he would never dream about. His eyes grew wide, fur on his neck rising, tail wagging in a way he hoped looked brave, as he watched the front door of the …
