Page 75 of Will Bark for Pizza (Bluebell Springs #1)

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HUSKER

Mom, do I really have to wear this stupid thing?

“Husker, if you stop squirming, it’ll be easier to get your life jacket on.”

But all the other dogs will make fun of me!

Mom!

Click.

“There, all good to go.”

Go?

Are we going?

Where are we going?

Are we going on the lake?

I don’t want to get wet.

But I want to find that stupid pondweed.

I have a score to settle.

Mom, are we going?

Hurry up!

“We have to wait.”

Wait?

Go?

Wait?

Go?

Which one is it, Mom?

“Here, have a treat.”

Oh, treat!

Num, num, num.

“I hope he shows.”

Mom is worried.

Here, Mom.

Scratch my booty.

It’ll help.

Scratch, scratch, scratch.

“Maybe I waited too long.”

Okay, fine.

You can give me a hug.

But make it quick.

I already look ridiculous.

“Thanks, Bubbies. You’re the best.”

I am the best!

Wag, wag, wag.

What’s that sound?

I hear something.

I hear a truck.

It’s New Best Friend!

New Best Friend!

New Best Friend!

“Calm down, Bubbies.”

Calm?

Who can be calm?

I haven’t seen New Best Friend in forever!

Where has he been?

New Best Friend!

New Best Friend!

New Best Friend!