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thoughts by a howling “roo-roo-ROO!” and then happy yipping noises from the direction of the trees. A few seconds later, she heard Michael whoop, “HA! Gotcha!”
    Michael emerged from the trees with Swoosie on her leash, walking sedately beside him. She looked like a model canine citizen. Jan turned and called out, “How did you do it?”
    Michael grinned, “I never divulge my secrets. But with Swoosie, the key is to make her think whatever you want her to do was actually her idea.”
    Jan waved her hands in exasperation. “I’ve really got to go now. The wedding starts in a half an hour and like I said, I can’t go looking like this. What would people think?”
    “I have an idea. But I don’t think you’re going to like it.”
    “I don’t have a lot of options. Right now, I’m wearing your jacket and I suspect you want it back.”
    “Yes. I have to wear it after my routine with Swoosie. If you agree to participate, I can get you some other clothing. But we have to move fast.”
    “Participate?”
    “Yes, you’d have to be in our routine.”
    “In front of people?”
    “Yes, that’s usually the way a performance works.”
    “I don’t like being the center of attention. That’s always been my mother’s thing. Not mine.”
    Michael surveyed her attire, “If you’re in the routine, I can grab one of the costumes.”
    Jan mentally cringed. “Costumes? What kind of costume? This idea just gets worse and worse. People will think I’m some kind of nut case.”
    He tilted his head. “Look at it this way. If you’re wearing a costume, people will think you’re going to be in a show and the outfit is on purpose. Of course, if you aren’t actually in the show, then they’ll think you’re weird or maybe just a cross-dresser. But worse than that, if you’re half-naked in a torn dress, people will think you’ve got a major problem. Like one of those maybe-I-should-call-911 type of problems.”
    Jan sighed. “I suppose that’s true. I didn’t really think about it that way. And I look like a wreck. Or like I’ve been in a wreck. I guess all those years of suffering through my mother’s shows has made avoiding them a reflex action. I’m not a performer, though. Just the idea of speaking in front of people is terrifying to me.”
    Michael smiled. “Don’t worry. This will be fun. You won’t have to say anything. I promise. All you have to do is follow my lead. Swoosie knows what to do. She’s really cute when she does her thing and everyone will be looking at her, not at you. People love it!”
    “You actually trained her to do something other than run away?”
    “Ha, ha. Very funny. Like I said, Swoosie is extremely trainable when she has the right motivation. Let’s go get the costumes. I need to get her suited up in her ruffles.”
    Jan looked at him quickly. “Ruffles?”
    “Yes. Ruffles. You’ll see.”

    Swoosie was looking remarkably composed now that she was all decked out in her costume. Michael hadn’t been kidding about the ruffles. She had a little doggie skirt tied around her waist that was made up of bright red, black, and green ruffles. Meanwhile, Michael had changed into a silky green shirt so he looked like a burly mariachi dancer.
    Michael glanced up from buttoning his shirt to assess Jan’s appearance. “Hey, you look great! I guess the dress is a little small, but it accentuates your, ah, figure.”
    Jan looked down at the low-cut neckline and hoped all of her assets remained inside the dress. She could barely breathe, and because the top was backless, she had to go without her cute lacy bra, which was worrisome. Although the top was clearly way too small, the skirt was too large. It was like Goldilocks had had a major wardrobe failure. However, strategically placed safety pins were doing their part to keep the flowing flamenco skirt up around her waist. At the bottom, the skirt sported festive ruffles that matched the ones Swoosie was wearing. Jan wasn’t entirely