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Text copyright © 2013 by Talking Dogs LLC

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Published by Lake Union Publishing

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eISBN: 9781477850619

For Lyra

Contents

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PROLOGUE Dress Rehearsal

1 Dia de los Muertos

2 What It’s Like to Be a Dog

3 A Fishing Expedition

4 Puppy Steps

5 The Sca

6 Resonant Dogs

7 Lawyers Get Involved

8 The Simulator

9 Basic Training

10 The Stand-In

11 The Carrot or the Stick?

12 Dogs at Work

13 The Lost Wedding Ring

14 Big Questions

15 Dog Day Afternoon

16 A New World

17 Peas and Hot Dogs

18 Through a Dog’s Eyes

19 Eureka!

20 Does My Dog Love Me?



21 What’s That Smell?

22 First Friend

23 Lyra

24 What Dogs Are Really Thinking

Epilogue

Notes

Acknowledgments

About the Author

When the Man waked up he said, ‘What is Wild Dog doing here?’ And the Woman said, ‘His name is not Wild Dog any more, but the First Friend, because he will be our friend for always and always and always. Take him with you when you go hunting.’

— RUDYARD KIPLING, JUST SO STORIES

PROLOGUE

Dress Rehearsal

EMORY UNIVERSITY, ATLANTA, GEORGIA

JANUARY 2012

CALLIE WAS DANCING in the lab. Zooming from person to person, the little black village dog with the energy of a rocket knew that all the months of training had led to this moment. Her eyes sparkled with life, and her rat-tail wagged side to side with such intensity that her head moved in exactly the opposite direction. She was ready.

Let’s get on with it!

Callie’s excitement was infectious. Everyone in the lab wanted to see the experiment we were about to perform, mostly because nobody thought it would work. Could we really scan a dog’s brain to figure out what it was thinking? Would we find proof that dogs love us?

With the team assembled and ten minutes until scan time, we headed to the hospital. Dogs, of course, were not allowed on campus, and here was a very special dog marching across the quad with a dozen people in her entourage. I carried the backpack full of treats and supplies, Andrew toted the computer that would record the timing of the experiment, and Mark hauled the plastic stairs that would let Callie walk up into the MRI—she would have to do that on her own. Everyone else tagged along, snapping photos and texting their friends: the Dog Project was actually going to happen.

Students, stuck in their lectures, stared out classroom windows as Callie led us all to meet her destiny with a big-ass magnet.

We entered the MRI room through a secret entrance to the hospital.

Even though the Dog Project had already taken on a circuslike atmosphere, there was no need to alarm the patients by parading Callie through the hospital corridors. I pulled shut the massive door, which was clad in copper to keep out stray electrical signals. It made a tight seal, almost like an air lock. With the room secure, I let Callie off-leash.

With nose to the ground and tail held high, she trotted around the MRI sca

Callie, of course, found every crumb of organic matter that had, at one time, been edible.

Before we could do any brain sca

Up until that moment, the thought had not occurred to me that dogs might be more sensitive to the magnetic field than humans. We were about to find out.

I placed the portable steps at the base of the patient table. Callie sniffed them but showed no interest in climbing them. She continued to trot around the room, curious about every nook and cra

That got her attention. Unable to resist the scent of hot dogs, she padded up to the top of the steps, but once there, she balked at climbing onto the patient table. Of course, I could have picked her up and put her there, but it was important to remain faithful to our ethical principle of self-determination. Callie had to do it of her own free will.

The MR techs started laughing. How could we do an MRI if the subject wouldn’t even get on the table? But I knew Callie would eventually come around. The environment was new and exciting. Once she settled down, she would focus on what she had already learned.