Page 23 of Will Bark for Pizza (Bluebell Springs #1)

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HUSKER

Mom is mad.

Why is Mom mad?

We’re leaving.

But my new best friend wants to come.

“ Don’t follow me.”

Oh, boy.

Mom is extra mad.

Sorry, New Best Friend.

Mom says you can’t come.

Ooh! I smell pizza.

Why aren’t we going the way of the pizza?

Car ride?

Okay!

Hop.

Mom slammed the door.

Mom is really mad.

Maybe she needs a treat.

New Best Friend, give Mom a treat.

Wait, he can’t come.

Why can’t he come with us?

I like him.

He gives good belly rubs.

And he shares bacon.

And lots of pizza.

We’re moving.

Where are we going?

I should stick my head out the window.

But the other window is open too.

I don’t want to miss the smells out the other window.

Or the other window.

Or the other window.

Or the other window.

All those smells.

Pizza.

Donuts.

Mini squirrel.

“You can’t chase the chipmunks, Bubbies.”

But he’s looking at me funny.

I can’t fit through the window.

I need to get him.

Where did he go?

He’s fast.

I’m fast too.

“Want to go to the lake?”

Lake?

Is that where the pondweed lives?

I don’t want to get wet.

But I want to find the pondweed.

Being wet is dumb.

There are chipmunks at the lake.

And deer.

Big, giant deer.

I hope Mom brought treats.

Maybe I should rub my nose against her neck to ask.

“Sit down.”

Still mad.

I better listen.

Plop.

“Thank you.”

Mom is sighing.

“Sorry, Bubbies. I’m not mad at you.”

Crinkle, crinkle, crinkle.

Is that the treat bag?

It’s the treat bag!

The treat is flying.

It missed my mouth.

Where did it go?

Oh, there it is.

Ooh, bonus treat under the seat!