At that point, Robert glanced at Catherine and the others not far away and shut his mouth.
Luke tacitly didn't continue the topic.
Early the next morning, Luke's phone vibrated.
Glancing at the number, he put down his tools and half-finished equipment and picked up the call. "What's up?"
Selina's voice came over in a low voice. "Something's wrong with Dollar."
Luke: "Huh?"
"After we fell asleep last night, it ate all the barbecued meat I brought back. Then, it opened the fridge and ate everything inside, even the trash can," Selina said quickly.
Luke narrowed his eyes. "How is it now?"
Selina smiled bitterly. "I don't know. It doesn't seem like anything's wrong with it, except that it smells a little bad. "
After a brief silence, Luke said, "How about this: we'll take it with us when we go back. If anything happens to it in Los Angeles, we can send it to a big pet hospital."
Selina was surprised. "What?" She had never thought of doing that.
Luke chuckled. "Isn't it good to have it keep you company?"
Selina hesitated. "I'm worried that it won't be able to fly. It's old."
Luke said, "Then let's drive back and let it sit in the backseat."
Selina said, "Okay."
Luke said, "Keep an eye on it for the next two days."
The last two peaceful days of vacation came to an end.
On the morning of the last day, Luke put on his backpack and went downstairs to say goodbye to his family, who had just woken up.
Robert and Catherine didn't say anything, but Claire and Joseph were reluctant to part ways.
Luke hadn't been back for long enough, and the two kids hadn't had enough fun yet.
After comforting them with a smile, Luke left with the breakfast that Catherine had made.
He received Selina's call and waved goodbye to Sandra on the porch.
A car, two people and a dog, drove out of town in the early morning.
On the way, Luke looked at Dollar, who was lying obediently in the backseat. "Dollar ate so much. Didn't it poop?"
Selina was stumped for a moment. Recalling for a moment, she replied in a daze, "I … didn't notice."
Thinking for a moment, she said hesitantly, "I don't think it pees much either."
In the backseat, Dollar's ears twitched, but it still lay down obediently.
Luke nodded and didn't say anything else.
Heading northwest, they returned to their home in Los Angeles before nightfall.
As soon as he got home, Luke took Dollar to his basement.
Inside was the equipment he had used to perform physical examinations on himself and Selina, and now he could use it on Dollar.
He was not a veterinarian, but it was still possible for him to test the basic data of the body and then compare it.
Dollar soon finished all the tests and started licking Selina's hand again.
He was hungry again.
"It won't be a problem, right?" Selina asked worriedly.
Dollar had become a glutton in the last two days and ate like crazy at home.
At Luke's reminder, Selina secretly bought a lot of goat's milk and dog food to feed the dog.
On their way here, Dollar had finished a big bucket of goat milk and a bag of dog food.
Looking at the test data, Luke shook his head. "Although some of the data is abnormal, its vital signs are very stable."
Or rather, they were too stable!
Dollar was a twelve-year-old dog, or almost seventy years old in human terms. It really didn't make sense for it to be so lively.
Luke made a few calls and pulled up the files on the police dog team from the police database. Checking Dollar's data, he said casually, "You can take it upstairs. I'll be busy for a while."
Selina nodded and left with Dollar.
Luke stayed in the basement and continued working.
Halfway through, Selina reminded him to go to bed early with the communicator. He nodded and continued working.
Before nightfall, Luke rubbed his forehead.
Something wasn't right with Dollar.
It wasn't too bad, but too good.
Looking at the data, he called Bobby again and asked him to come to his place the next day.
Bobby hadn't returned to Boom Town since his last visit.
This was a good chance for the animal tamer to check on Dollar.
After all, Bobby had been an animal tamer for more than ten years, and he was best at training dogs and chimpanzees.
Since he was going to train them, he was also very familiar with raising them, and knew a lot about dogs.
Returning to the living room, Luke went to Selina's door.
At the door, Dollar opened one eye and glanced at him, before it closed its eyes and went back to sleep.
Looking at the guy for a moment, Luke sighed inwardly. I hope it's nothing bad.
Saying that, he went back to his room to wash up and get some rest.
Dollar looked in Luke's direction again, before it shifted into a more comfortable position and went back to sleep.
Early the next morning, Bobby came to the door.
Luke, who was already waiting, welcomed him into the backyard and summoned Dollar.
"Take a look and see how it's doing," said Luke.
Bobby didn't ask any questions.
He was already used to his boss's off-topic behavior.
Compared with running into a ghost for no reason, treating a dog was nothing. That was his specialty to begin with.
After examining the docile Dollar from head to toe, he looked at Luke and shook his head helplessly. "There's nothing wrong with it. It's very old, isn't it? It's a very healthy dog, and can live for another three to five years. "
Narrowing his eyes, Luke pondered for a moment. "Try to communicate with it, like you did with your doctor."
Bobby's expression changed slightly. "Well …"
Luke said, "I'll try."
After a brief hesitation, Bobby crouched down and held Dollar's big head in place so that it met his eyes.
A moment later, he exclaimed in surprise.
Shaking his head, he met Dollar's eyes again. A moment later, he stood up. "Boss, I can't communicate with your dog."
Luke raised an eyebrow. "Huh?"
Choosing his words, Bobby said, "I can detect a little emotion from its movements. My" communication "has been cut off by something."
Luke understood that he meant that Dollar had emotions, but Bobby couldn't detect them with his Mental Connection.
He nodded slowly. "Okay, that's all. Thank you for taking the trouble to make this trip. "
Bobby quickly shook his head. "No, I'm free right now anyway."
Luke thought for a moment before he asked, "Is Chris going to start work soon?"
Bobby nodded. "Yes, I was going to call you in the last couple of days. The BI has already informed Chris that the lockdown on the mine will be lifted in three days at most. "
Luke looked at him. "Then you'll go over tomorrow and keep an eye on the mine. Are you okay with that?"
Stumped for a moment, Bobby smiled. "My pleasure."
That was a gold mine.
Luke had sent him there and told him his job scope, which was to prevent anyone from scheming against the mine.
Bobby's annual salary was close to a hundred thousand dollars. Naturally, Luke wasn't going to waste his salary.
Bobby's heart raced when he remembered that he had shares in the gold mine, even though it was only a thousandth of a percent.
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