Well, I’ve decided to cut you a break and fill you in right now. About six months ago I was visited in the middle of the night by a scruffy dog taking a dump on my doona. This was the first of many surprises, very few of them pleasant. But the biggest shock, bigger even than waking up to find a smelly brown mound steaming under my nose, was when the dog talked to me. Okay, I know what you’re thinking. Poor Marcus. Nutty as a fruitcake. That’s all right, I thought that myself. But it turned out I wasn’t loopy as a loon – no more than normal, anyway. I have a gift. According to Blacky – that’s the dog’s name – I am one of a rare breed of humans who can communicate directly with some special animals. It’s like telepathy. I hear his voice in my head and I can talk back to him just by thinking the words. Doesn’t make for a lot of privacy. If you believe Blacky’s statistics, there are only four other people in Australia who have similar powers. Blacky is not a pleasant dog.
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