Dog on It

Chet! What are you eating?” Nothing. It was true. The eating part was over.

I’d been the best leaper in K-9 class, which had led to all the trouble in a way I couldn’t remember exactly, although blood was involved.

Often, maybe even usually, Bernie ended up being the smartest human in the room. Tonight was different.

A wild-goose chase! I’d heard that expression so many times but never been on one. It sounded like the most exciting thing in the whole world. Yes, I wanted to go on a wild-goose chase, and if that meant Vegas, so be it.

Snacks taste better when you’re hungry, but do they ever actually taste bad? I ask you.

The cat saw me at once, of course, and every hair on his body stood straight up, and he made a sound like the mountain lion's roar but much tinier. That's all cats are - midget lions. I'm nobody's midget, baby.