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第23章 思念里的流浪狗 (13)

还有一次就是罗尔夫救了一个11岁的小女孩,使她免遭苛责。那个小女孩拿着祖母的手表玩,但是不小心把手表掉到了一个干草堆中。大约有50个孩子加入到寻表的活动中,却没有找到。第二天,警察带着两只警犬过来,也以失败告终。

9天之后,罗尔夫被派去寻找。不过他对干草堆没有兴趣,却在旁边的小坑里嗅了起来。几分钟后,他就找到了那只手表。原来是有人将一堆干草推到那个坑里了。

罗尔夫也并非一直很成功,但是每次他都很尽力,有的时候又太尽力了。斯文曾经因为罗尔夫没有找到一只手表而训斥了他。罗尔夫走了,不一会儿他就衔着那只丢失的手表凯旋而归。而在他的后面跟着一个怒气冲冲、半裸着身体的男人。那个人嚷嚷道:“我正在穿衣服,这只狗就用他的脑袋戳门,从桌子上衔起我的手表就跑,他是个贼!”

安德森的房间里从未丢失过任何东西。罗尔夫会从地上捡起硬币、钉子、扣子。斯文将一个勺子放在地板上,然后将在隔壁的罗尔夫叫过来,他命令罗尔夫躺下。我们继续交谈,罗尔夫不理解我们在说什么。几分钟之后他站了起来,将勺子衔在嘴里拿到主人的身边。

毋庸置疑,安德森与罗尔夫是一对很好的搭档,并且互相理解。当罗尔夫在一次工作中失败了,斯文就会整晚不眠,脑子里反复思考着他们在事发现场的搜寻工作。他经常起床带着罗尔夫再次回到失败地,凭借手电筒的微光在那里寻找。

“夜晚很安静,”他说道,“那是寻找东西的最佳时刻。”而且通常他们都能成功。“当我们找到失物的时候,”他说,“再也没有比这更开心的事情了。我不知道罗尔夫和我谁更高兴,于是我会放松自己,直到电话再一次响起!”

recognition [,rekg' nin] n. 认出;承认

The photo has faded beyond recognition.

相片已经模糊,不能辨认。

roam [rum] v. 漫游;闲逛;徜徉

He used to roam the street.

他过去经常在街上游逛。

scolding [' skuldi] n. 责骂;叱责

The teacher gave the boys a scolding.

老师训斥了那些男生。

triumph [' traimf] n. 凯旋;欢欣

It was a great triumph when our team won the game.

我们赢了这场比赛,这是一个很大的成功。

每当安德森家的电话一响,罗尔夫就立刻提高警惕。

那只狗看起来有些神秘,既机警又不失平静。

毋庸置疑,安德森与罗尔夫是一对很好的搭档,并且互相理解。

Whenever the truck goes by, the people of Funen turn and stare, some in wonder, others in recognition.

in wonder:惊讶地

"Tell me, Svend," I said later, "how on earth does a dog go about finding a wallet five by seven inches...

on earth:究竟;世界上

最好的心理治疗师

Is Holly Working Today

佚名 / Anonymous

For Holly and me, it started with a stray kitten. Abandoned in the harsh winter weather, she huddled in a ball on the front steps of our building, an elementary school for emotionally disturbed children where I provided therapy three days a week.

That morning, I kept the kitten in my office while the principal figured out where to take it.

It started as the children soberly traipsed into my office that day for their therapy. When they spotted the kitten, their faces suddenly brightened. Their reticence and tenseness seemed to melt away as they petted the stray, and our sessions were relaxed and open. The kitten' s effect was astounding and, by the end of the day, I was hatching a plan. My dog, Holly, was a gentle, gregarious, well-behaved seven-year-old of mixed parentage. Couldn' t she have the same relaxing effect on the children I counseled? Enthused, I began paperwork requesting permission to bring Holly to school with me, providing documentation of the benefits of companion animals.

The project was approved, but my supervisor clearly let me know that Holly and I were on trial. The responsibility for any problems with the "dog experiment" would land squarely on my shoulders.

Optimistic nonetheless, I smiled at the signs pasted on my office door as I unlocked it on Holly' s first morning with me at school. "Holly is happy to be here," the children had carefully stenciled. Already the children were responding positively to the idea of a dog counselor. Holly sniffed out my office, and we settled in for a day of work.

A small boy entered, and he and Holly stared at each other warily. "Does that dog bite?"

"No," I assured him. "Why don' t you give her a treat?" I handed him a bag of multicolored doggie treats. "Pick any color you like," I said. The boy chose a red treat and tentatively held it out to Holly. She neatly and gently took the treat, swallowed it quickly and licked the boy' s hand. The boy smiled. Holly' s critical debut had been a success.

After the bell rang, a succession of little visitors came to our door, wing to see Holly. As they took turns handing treats to Holly, she wagged her tail and licked their hands, showing her approval. It was no wonder the children were drawn to her: For many of them, it was their first encounter with unconditional acceptance.

During the days that followed, Holly learned not to bark at the children' s knocks on my office door. I set up a comer for her in my office on a piece of carpet remnant. The children eagerly came to me for their counseling visits, sitting on the floor by Holly and petting, brushing, playing with and confiding in her. As they relaxed with Holly, they let down their defenses. Our counseling sessions became smooth and productive.

Little by little, Holly' s influence reached beyond her little comer of my office. Absences at school began to drop, and the children' s disruptive behaviors softened. Even the teachers ducked in for some pet therapy throughout the day, giving Holly a short pat and restoring their spirits in her presence.