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BEEP, BUZZ, BEEP, BUZZ, went the alarm clock went off at the wee hour of 3am.

“Oh my pugness,” Fosse said.

“What in the cotton puggin time is it?” Olive asked.

“Time to get up,” Sandee said walking passed their room and toward the bathroom.

Rob stumbled into the kitchen to start coffee and breakfast for the pugs.

“Fosse honey, it’s your day off, go back to bed,” Sandee said from the bathroom.

Fosse smiled big and bundled back under the covers. Olive scooted into the kitchen were Rob had coffee and breakfast ready for them. The smell of bacon must have charged Fosse and Java to get up because they stumbled to the table half asleep.

“Could I have a Pugaccino before work today?” Olive asked.

“You know, I should get to the bakery now,” Sandee said and Olive got a sad look on her face since she was to work with her today, “Rob, will you drop Olive off after she has her drink?”

“Thanks mama!” she said excitedly.

Sandee kissed Rob, ate a fist full of bacon and toast as she grabbed he purse and keys and left the house. Rob started steaming milk for her drink and two other pugs had their paws raised like he had already asked who else wanted one. Rob got all Pugaccino’s done at the same time and all he heard was slurping and nom, nom, nom, from the pugs. He smiled and they all got dressed to start the day.

Rob dropped Olive and Fosse off at their bakery, Sugar Shack; then him and Java were off to do other errands.

“Oh good, you two got here fast,” Sandee hollered from the kitchen as soon as she heard the door open and the tapping of their nails on the floor as they came to the kitchen.

They put their aprons on and got to work. Fosse yawned big and moved a little slow.

“I’m on it,” Olive said and went to the espresso machine that was already heating up.

While she got drinks ready, Foss put on an apron and slid in next to mama.

“What’s on the bake today?” he asked.

“We only have one order today,” she said, “it’s a large cookie order.”

“Oh goodie, time for cookie,” he said and rubbed his paws together quickly.

“Baking not eating,” Sandee said to remind him.

“Um, I’m not the cookie monster,” he said, “he’s at home today.”

“Do you mean Java or Papa?” she asked.

“Java,” she said and they both giggled.

They all drank drinks and baked. Sandee and Olive concentrated on the cookie order and Fosse focused on getting the breads in the oven before moving on to bars and other confections that were needed.

“This is a new recipe,” Fosse said, “Olive Tap, tip, in.”

“What?” Olive asked.

“Olive Tapanade Bread,” Sandee said, “it’s a bread recipe from the olive dip I love so much.”

“What?!” Olive asked again.

“Silly girl, it’s the name of the bread,” she said.

“It smells really good,” Fosse said as he mixed the ingredients together and started to knead the bread.

“And yes it’s safe for you both to try after it’s baked,” Sandee said.

Fosse and Olive both clapped and got back to work.

Everything was baked, cooled, decorated for that day and place in the case. They were ready to open for the day. It was very slow for the first few hours; even thou it was very sunny outside. Fosse was looking out the window and saw something in the distance. It got closer and noticed a group of little girls, some mom’s and each girl had a small dog with them. Some where on leashes, some were being carried in bags and a few were being held. They kept walking toward the bakery.

“Mama, oh mama,” he said excitedly, “Olive, Olive.”

“What?” they both said as they ran to the window.

They all saw what was coming to the bakery and Olive got excited. They group got to the bakery and entered. It was 5 little girls dressed in cute sun dresses, a few had hats on, cute sandals and great accessories, each dog was also dressed up; there were two adult women.

“Welcome to Sugar Shack,” Sandee said and they all went behind the counter ready to serve.

“May we move some of these tables?” one woman asked.

“Of course, let me help,” Sandee said.

The three of them moved some of the tables closer together and formed a horseshoe shape.

“My name’s Sandee and I own this place,” she said, “this is Fosse and Olive and it’s looks like they fit right in.” They all shook hands.

“Hi, I’m Manda and this is Cerese,” Manda said, “we baby-sit these little ladies and this is our weekly treat.”

Olive noticed there were three pugs among the group; she got excited and went to greet them.

“Hi, I’m Olive,” she said and her curly tail wagged.

All the other dogs tails started wagging as well and they all gathered in the corner while the tables and chair were re-arranged.

“Hi Olive, I’m Pogo,” he said; he was one of the other pugs.

“I’m Sweet Pea Pug,” she said.

“And I’m Van Pelt,” he said sounding like a regal pug.

“We are Sonny and Cher,” the mini Pomeranians.

“Wow you guys are really pretty,” Olive said, “you have lots of hair. I don’t have much.”

“Thanks,” Cher said.

They continued to yap to each other while the girls sat and started chatting.

“Ok girls, tell us what you all want to eat and drink and we’ll get the pups something as well,” Cerese said out loud.

“Olive come on back here,” Fosse said and she did so.

Olive manned the register, Sandee made drinks and Fosse got the food. The girls lined up and ordered. They ordered, got their snacks and drinks and all sat down. Each girl’s dog had a matching outfit on to theirs. It was very cute and very girly; it was nice that the boy dogs looked like boys.

“Come here Sweet Pea,” Sophie called and gave a treat to.

“Come here,” all the other girls called and gave treats as well.

“Mmmmm, those are good aren’t they?” Grace asked.

They all pet and kissed their dogs heads and went back to their chatting. The dogs went back to the corner.

“Awww, that’s so cute,” Rosie said, “they all look extra cute today.”

“You all did an extra good job of dressing them today,” Cerese said, “I see some new outfits.”

All the girls giggled and went back to chatting. All Olive could do was stare and wish she was part of the girly fun. She didn’t want to be rude, so she kept her distance. Sweet Pea noticed her looking eager in the distance and waved Olive over to join them.

“Hi, thanks for inviting me over,” Olive said excited and breathless.

“Wow, slow down, breathe,” Sweet Pea said, “my name’s Sweet Pea.”

“I’m Olive,” she said and they all giggled, “this is so exciting.”

“Hi there,” Van Pelt said sitting right next to Olive; he nuzzled her side and smiled.

“Awwwww,” all the girls said at the same time noticing this as it happened.

“I think Van Pelt likes Olive,” Rosie said, “likes likes her.”

“Hi Pelty,” Olive said and nudged him back.

“Awww,” all the other dogs said as the same time.

The smallest pug came over and sat next to Olive.

“I love your dress,” Olive celebrated, “what’s your name?”

“Whisper,” she said.

“Ok, what’s your name?” Olive whispered.

“Whisper,” she said again.

“Ok, why do I need to whisper?” she asked again whispering.

Everyone started laughing loudly; Olive was clueless.

“Her name is Olive, you don’t have to,” Cher said.

“Oh, that is funny,” Olive said and joined in the laughing.

Everyone ate, giggled, chatted, and gossiped for about 1 hour.

“Ok, time to go,” Cerese announced, “thank you so much for everything. We all love it here.”

“Yes we do,” all the dogs said with their tails wagging.

Olive helped them clean up and they put the tables back where they were. They gathered up their things and headed out.

“Thank you so much for coming it,” Sandee said, “we hope to see you again.”

“Oh you will,” Van Pelt said and licked Olive’s face.

“Yes, you definitely will,” Sophie said as they passed the counter; she put a $20 bill in the tip jar, “this place is fantastic. Right everyone?”

Everyone, 2 and 4 legged cheered as they walked out the door.

“Oh my pugness were all they cute,” Sandee said as she watched them walk across the square. She looked up at the sky as it was starting to get grey, “good thing they came when they did. I hope they get to their cars before it does anything else outside.”

Soon after that, it started thunder storming. Even thou it was raining and grey out, they still stayed open. It was empty for hours and they thought about closing down. Just then, out of the grey and wet walked in a well-dressed pug. He was in a very nice dark grey suit with a bright blue tie and black loafer shoes.

“Whew, am I glad you’re open,” Baxter said and shook off the rain that got on him. He walked up to the counter, browsed the menu and said, “I’ll have a shot in the dark, decaf of course and a strawberry croissant.”

“Very nice order,” Fosse said and rang him up and gave him his change.

Sandee started the drink while Olive got the pastry.

“Would you like this for here or to go?” Sandee asked.

“For here, thanks for asking,” Baxter said.

“That’s a really nice suit,” Java said, “I’m Java.”

“Thank you,” he said, “I’m Baxter Neely.”

He picked a table and a magazine from the rack and sat down. Olive took his order to him when it was done.

“Why are you wearing a suit?” she asked.

“Olive, come on, don’t bother him,” Sandee said.

“Oh no, that’s ok,” he said, “I’m just waiting for a client.”

“What do you do?” she asked.

“I’m a animal attorney,” he said and sipped his drink. “This is a most wonderful drink.”

“Well thank you,” Sandee said.

“Wow, what does that mean?” Olive asked.

“I take care of the law that protects dogs and cats and make sure that they have rights and are kept safe,” he said with pride.

“Can I hug you?” she asked shyly.

“Why sure,” he said taken back and they hugged, “what was that for?”

“Because of what you do and,” she started to stutter as her eyes filled with tears, “you help.”

He hugged her again and almost squeezed the air out of her.

“Oh thank you,” he said and Fosse walked over with a tissue for her, “that makes my job more worth it and makes me fight harder.”

A well dressed Great Dane walked in and Baxter recognized him right away.

“Ok, time to let them have privacy,” Sandee said to the pugs.

Baxter and his client talked for a while then left. Olive watched which way they walked out the front window.


“Come on, let’s go from a walk,” Sandee suggested, “it’s sunny out.”

They got in the car and drove to the neighborhood near a dog park they went to. They walked up and down some of the streets and then headed to the park. As they neared the park, they noticed a woman walking with a dog that wasn’t really walking, in the distance. They stopped and sat as they watch them get closer. Java started giggling as they got closer.

“Java, that’s not nice, we don’t laugh at other people or dogs,” Sandee said.

“Oh look, it’s a pug,” Fosse said excitedly.

This pug is fawn, like Fosse and Olive, and walks like she’s trying to dance sideways at the same time. They got closer and Olive went right up to meet this other pug.

“Hi I’m Olive,” she said.

“Hi I’m Loca,” she said.

“And these are my stinky brothers,” she said, “Fosse and Java.”

Loca’s front legs movements don’t match the back ones when she walks or runs. Her front legs do goose-steps while the back ones run amuck. Her back legs are trying to take over her front legs and her attempts to keep everything in place makes it look like she’s having a seizure and trying to run at the same time.

“She absolutely one of the most precious pugs I’ve ever seen,” Sandee said, “oh don’t look at me that way you three. You know you’re all my favorites. How did she come into your life?”
“We got her from a farm near our house,” Jill said, “We wanted a pug and saw an ad in the local paper. But when we arrived we became a little suspicious that it was puppy farm. To take any puppy was only encouraging them to continue to do what they were. But to leave it in what were very poor conditions was a nightmare thought. We couldn’t just walk away and ended up taking her. She was the runt and so tiny and scared.”

“Rob and I think Java came from a puppy farm,” Sandee said.

“Oh good for you two,” she said.

“Why you walk that way?” Java asked.

“There’s something special in my brain that makes me walk or run this way,” Loca said.

“What’s in your brain?” he asked.

“It’s a big word that I can say without getting it all mixed up,” she said, “it’s a mild


Java’s eyes got wider than normal in excitement like he actually understood.

“Oh my pugness, that’s so cool,” he said with a lot of excitement, “so you have a motor in your brain? And that makes you drive like you do?”

“No not really,” Loca tried to say while she was laughing, “mama, what is my brain thing again?”

“It’s called Cerebellar Ataxia and it’s a disease that gets in the way of you being able to balance and your coordination,” Jill said, “ does that make sense?”

Java’s head tilted to one side with a extreme look of confusion on his face.

“Loca has a taxi in her head?” he asked and everyone busted out laughing.

“No, her brain is challenged to work the way others do to do everyday things,” Sandee said, “like walking and running and other things.”

“Like yours mama?” he asked.

“Exactly,” Sandee said and smiled at him.

“What happened to you?” Java asked Loca.

“No one knows,” Loca said, “I think I was born with it.”
“So was my mama,” Java said proudly.’

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“My mama told us that she was born with a brain boo boo,” he said.

“I was born with Cerebral Palsy and I walked differently,” Sandee said.

“Do you have to go to a PT?” Java asked.

“What’s that?” Loca asked.

“Physimical trophy,” he said.

“Physical therapy Java, silly boy,” Sandee said while giggling.

“No she’s never had to have PT,” Jill said, “as she has got older her symptoms have worsened a bit but seem to have stabilized now and she gets by no problem.”

“Good for you!” Java cheered.

“I’m where I don’t need it, mama says,” Loca said, “that it wouldn’t really make a difference.”

“My mama goes to PT,” Java said.

“And it’s no picnic,” she said, “so Loca, I’m glad you don’t have to.”

“You like picnics?” Java asked Loca.

“In the park?” she asked, “I love going to the park.”

“So do we,” all three pugs said at the same time.

“Aren’t you scared of her size with other larger dogs?” Sandee asked Jill.

“I was at first, so I was always right with her the first few times we went,“ Jill said, “she’s so closely protected by the other dogs and lives her life to the full despite her difficulty running. All that said, she is very funny to watch and others like her.”

Sandee looked at her watch.

“Time for us to go,” Sandee said, “it was so nice meeting you two.”

“Nice to meet you as well,” Jill said.

“You two should stop by our bakery, if it’s not to far,” she said.

“We’d love to,” Jill said, “where is it?”

Sandee told Jill where it was, gathered the pugs and walked back to the car. Jill and Loca went on their way as well.




They got home and made a snack to eat. Sandee went into the living room, sat on the couch and turned the TV on. She watched the guide to let her know what was one. She got excited when she saw a program on about her favorite pastry chef.

“What ya watchin mama?” Olive asked as she hopped on the couch next to Sandee.

“A pastry show,” she said, “you see that woman with the blonde spiky hair?” Olive nodded yes. “Her name is Elizabeth Falkner and she is a pastry and baking icon and my mentor. I mean she’s so cool and rock-n-roll and such a genius artist at what she does. I’d love to meet her one day.”

“Wow, that’s cool,” she said, “maybe one day you will.”

“I don’t think so,” Sandee said, “I can’t think of one situation I’d be where she’d be.”

“Hey, what is it you tell us?” Fosse asked, “if you dream think it enough to come true.”

Everyone looked at him very puzzled.

“Or something like that,” he said.

“Oh you mean always have dreams, work toward them and they will come true,” Sandee said.

“And that the starts aren’t far enough away that we can grab them,” Java added.

“The stars aren’t to far to reach and grab them,” Sandee said and giggled, “I got it.”

Sandee shrugged it off to please them because she always wanted to set a good example for them.

“Pug we can! Pug we can!” Olive started chanting and walking on her back legs with her front paws up in the air like she was cheering at a football game, “come on, join me,” she encouraged the boys to join..

“Pug mama can! Pug mama can!” all three pugs chanted for Sandee as she laughed and tried to get her camera out of her purse.

“Uh oh, mama’s got the camera,” Olive hollered and they all scattered in different directions.

“You guys are no fun,” Sandee said and pouted.


Sandee got up at the usual 3am and was very quiet about her morning. She felt like just going in herself and let everyone else stay in bed. The weather report said that day was going to be cloudy and mostly rain. So she thought they’d be slow and she could work solo. While Sandee was in the bathroom getting ready, Olive and Java woke up to notice Mama not in bed and didn’t wake them up.

“You know what this means?” Olive whispered to Java.

“Not really,” he whispered back.

“Mama didn’t wake us, so she’s going to work by herself today for some reason,” she whispered.

“Hey, let’s go and get in the back of the car and go to work with her surprise style,” he whispered.

“Yes and we can eat breakfast there,” she rejoiced quietly.

They both crawled out of bed, past the bathroom, down the stairs, and out the doggie door.

“Oh good, they left a window all the way down,” Olive said and the each hopped from the corner of the porch and thru the front open window.

They crawled into the back seat just in time for Sandee to exit the house. She’d never see them because of how dark it was at 3am; plus Java’s black. They were quiet the entire ride there. As soon as Sandee parked in the back, they jumped up from the floor in back.

“Good morning!” both of them said loudly.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,” she screamed, “what in the, what are you two doing here?!

“We wanted to work with you today,” Olive said.

“Don’t EVER do that again!” she scolded them.

“Sorry mama,” Java said and Olive lowered her head.

“Ok,” she said and caught her breath as her heartbeat slowed to normal, “you don’t have to work today. You can have the day off because of the weather.”

“We figured that but wanted to anyway,” Java said, “remember that one time it was crazy puggin busy when it was rainy?”

“Yes,” Sandee said, “ok well, it will be a fun day. Hey let’s do some test yummies and sample them out to whoever comes in.”

They were excited because yummies meant snacks for them all day. The morning was very slow so Olive and Java felt confidant taking control of the shop while Sandee worked on new products in the kitchen. A few people came in and left with to-go orders; a few sat for a short time in the shop. Fosse walked in the door and straight back to the kitchen.

“I was bored so I had Papa drop me off while he did stuff,” Fosse said to Sandee while he put an apron on, “what we doing?”

“Um ok, thanks,” she said, “test products.”

“Ok, sounds good to me,” he said and got right to it.

It was mid-day, Elizabeth and her dogs, Hendrix her Dachshund and Hudson her Yorkie, walked into the bakery. It was slow so this was the perfect time for her to talk to Sandee about an order. She asked Olive to speak to the baker about putting in an order.

“Ok, be right back, “ she said to Elizabeth and went into the kitchen, “hey mama, that baker lady we saw on TV yesterday wants to talk to you about ordering something.”’

“What?” Sandee asked.

“The one with the blonde spiky hair,” she said.

“No she’s not, stop kidding round with me,” she said and walked out of the kitchen still stirring the batter.

As soon as Sandee saw who it was, her eyes grew wide, jaw and bowl of batter dropped to the floor; she just stood there, frozen in her tracks for a second.

“Mama, are you ok?” Fosse asked.

“Oh my pugness, it’s Elizabeth Falkner,” she said in amazement and awe.

“Mama breathe,” Olive said and she was pushing her toward the counter, “don’t step in the batter that you will clean up missy.”

Sandee rubbed her eyes to make sure she wasn’t imagining things and Olive then pinched her.

“Ouch!” she said out loud.

“Just wanted you to know that you weren’t dreaming,” she said and Elizabeth and dogs laughed.

Sandee extended her hand to shake and face was still frozen in surprise.

“Oh it’s such an honor to meet you,” she said and they shook hands.

“Well thank you,” Elizabeth said, “are you the baker?”

“Um yes,” she said, “and owner, well half-owner. I own a, uh….”

“Mama, you’re babbling,” Olive said as her and Fosse cleaned up the mess.

“Sorry, how can I help you?” she asked.

“Hey,” Java said to Hudson, “how are you? I’m Java.”

“Nice to meet you,” she said, “I’m Hudson.”

“I’d like to talk to you about catering a fundraiser,” she said.

“Cater? Me?” she asked.

“Yes,” she said.

“I’m extremely flattered, but I gotta ask, why?” Sandee asked very confused, “you’re you.”

Elizabeth chuckled.

“Thank you again,” she said.

“Oh how rude of me,” Sandee started, “can I get you something to drink and sit to talk?”
“I’d love that,” she said and browsed the dink menu on the wall, “I’ll have a Caramel Chai.”

“Coming up,” she said and got to it.

Elizabeth sat at a table and looked around.

“This place is cute,” she said to her dogs.

Olive came out from behind the counter and over to visit. She kept staring at Hendrix. Hendrix looked at the pastry case and noticed the cinnamon roll. He loved them and then started staring at Olives’ tail. Java kept watching both of them as they stare at each other. Olive and Hendrix started sniffing each other.

“Olive, that’s not a hot dog, you weirdo,” Java said as he stepped in between them.

“Hey, that’s my butt not a cinnamon roll,” Olive yelped as Hendrix nipped at her tail.

“Hendrix!” Elizabeth said firmly as Sandee came over giggling with drinks in her hands.

“I think he thinks her tail is a cinnamon roll,” she said, “she’s ok, it looks like playing anyway.”

“Dude, not cool,” Hudson said to Hendrix.

“I think she forgives him anyway,” Sandee said as Olive and Hendrix nuzzled each other.

“This tastes really good,” Elizabeth said.

“Well thank you,” Sandee said, “now what can we do for you?”

“The local humane society is having a dinner and fundraiser for homeless pets,” she started, “and I’m told that you are the only bakery in the close area that does dog and some cat treats and pastries; and that they are really good.”

“We do and who did you hear this from?” she asked.

“My pet sitter,” she said, “when she takes the dogs on a longer walk she comes into this area and she came in one time to check it out.”


Fosse came to the table with a sample platter of yummies for them and the dogs to eat.


“Thank you Java,” Sandee said.

“Wow, what’s this?” she asked.

“A sample platter of stuff for us to eat while we chat,” she said, “oh yes, and some for all of you.”

“My dogs love the treats here the sitter says,” she said.

“I can tell,” Sandee said and they both laughed at the quick crunching hear from them.

“She also said a few of the things she’s had here are very good,” she said and Sandee’s face turned red quickly.

“I’m such a geek and a fan. I’ve followed your career for a long time and always read your blog,” she said.

“Wow, I had no idea,” she said.

“Are you kidding?” she asked a little astonished, “ok let’s talk details.”

They sat through 2 more drinks and the entire tray of treats; good thing they were all sample sized. As they talked, so did that dogs.

“You look like a hot dog without a bun,” Olive said to Hendrix.

“They call me a wiener dog,” he said, “but I’m a Dachshund.”’

“Bless you,” Java said.

They all fell to the ground laughing.

“And I’m a Yorkie,” Hudson said.

“What was so funny?” Java asked.

“Never mind, I’ll tell you later,” Olive said, “Fosse, come on over and meet our new friends.”

“Ok,” Fosse said loudly from behind the counter and over to them.

“This is Fosse, Java and Olive,” Sandee said introducing them to Elizabeth.

“Very nice to meet you three,” she said, “this is Hendrix and Hudson. I adopted them from the humane society and we’ve been volunteering there for a few years.”

“We are pugs,” Fosse said joining the conversation.

“You have cool noses,” Hudson said as he kept looking at Olive.

“Oooooooo Olive’s got a boyfriend,” Fosse, Java and Hendrix teased at the same time.

The five of them went to cozy corner where all the toys and dog beds where to lay and play.

“Awww, look at how cute they all are,” Elizabeth commented.

“Thank you,” Sandee said.

“This is a pretty big order,” she said and glance back at the door to the kitchen, “do you have space and help enough?”

“Sure do, let me give you a tour of the kitchen,” she said and they went to the kitchen, “there’s this area where we do our daily baking and then downstairs is where we have our bigger baking area where it helps for holiday time and any catering orders.”

They went downstairs and it was a very large room with two long tables and numerous shelves on all walls. There was one large oven and one medium sized one.

“Wow, I didn’t expect this,” Elizabeth said, “I was wondering how you’d get all that baking done in the other kitchen.”

“I know,” she said, “we got very lucky with this building being an abandoned church and Rob and his friends renovated it to what it is today. Oh, Rob’s my husband and other owner of this place. I’d love for you and him to meet.”

“We’d love that,” Elizabeth said as they started back up stairs.

“I can’t wait to tell him I met you and what we are doing,” Sandee said excitedly.

“Ok well bye for now,” Hudson said to Olive.

“Ok see you later,” Olive said to him and Hendrix.

“Come on Romeo,” Hendrix said to him and they all left, “see you guy soon.”

“Bye,” Fosse and Java said, “Olive’s got a boyfriend, Olive’s got a boyfriend.”

“Do not,” she said, “close it!”
“Wow, that was sassy,” Sandee said.

“Whatever,” Olive said and walked back into the kitchen.

Elizabeth left with her dogs and Sandee made a latte and sat down to figure things out. The rest of the day was slow so the pugs took control of things while Sandee took stock of what they needed in the bakery for the fundraiser. She also took stock of how long it would take to do everything and how many people she needed to get it all done. Sandee decided to close early because of lack of business. The gang gathered up and went home. When they got there, Rob was home as well. The pugs rushed in to tell Papa who came in the bakery.

“Oh my gosh, oh my, oh gosh, you’ll never,” all of them said over each other.

“Slow down and breathe,” Rob said.

“You’ll never..” Olive started.

“guess who came..” Java continued.

“in the store,” Fosse finished.

“Is everything ok?” he asked concerned.

“Elizabeth,” the all said together.

“I don’t know what that means,” he said confused.

“They’re trying to tell you Elizabeth Falkner came into the shop today,” Sandee said as she walked into the kitchen, “my pastry fav and mentor.”

“Really?” he asked.

“Yes!” all pugs stated.

“Wow, how did, what, why,” he mumbled, “I mean, wow!”

“Yes, that’s what I said,” she said.

“So what was she there for?” he asked.

She went on to tell him what her and Elizabeth talked about and details of the fundraiser. They talked for hours, getting information together, making lists and calling friends to help. Rob took a grocery list and went to the bulk food place they shop at for the store and loaded up the truck with supplies; he took all the goods right to the bakery after that. Fosse and Java went with him and he called some of his construction buddies for muscle help.

Time flew until it was time to get ready for the fundraiser. The bakery was closed for 2 days while everyone baked, boxed and marked what was what. Peanut Butter Pupcakes, Snickerpoodles, Mocha Mastiff Meringues, Goldendoodle Snaps, Wheatie Muffins, Puggin Popovers, Pit Pies, Mini Weiniecakes, and many people treats were featured. After an exhausting 2 days of straight baking, everyone went home for sleep. Early Saturday morning, Rob and the boys loaded up the delivery truck with everything and drove it over to the place where the fundraiser was being held.

The fundraiser started at 3pm and went until midnight. There was music, dancing, donation area, food, jugglers, speakers, and an adoption area as well. The local news was there covering it throughout the day and news paper reporters as well. Everyone advertised who they were and what they were donating. Elizabeth and her friends were there hosting the event, which was a huge success. Manda and Cerese were there with all the girls and their pups, Baxter Neely made an appearance and of course Hendrix and Hudson were there helping out. The pugs saw all their friends from the bakery and made new ones as well. Across the room, Olive saw Loca come in with her mama and they met in the middle of the dance floor during an upbeat song and showed everyone how dance the Loca Way.

At the end of the night, whoever was left there did help to clean up and when the money was counted and paperwork put away. The fundraiser brought in more money than any one dreamed and many pets were adopted. A huge success and everyone went home and passed out.


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Sandee was sitting at the kitchen table working on a poem for Rob for Valentine Day. Olive came in and watched how serious mama looked.

“Mama, whatcha doin?” she asked.

“Making up a romantic poem for papa for Valentine’s Day,” Sandee said.

“What’s that?” she asked and sat right at her feet.

“The poem or Valentine’s Day?” she asked.

“Valentine’s Day,” she said.

“Well, there’s a history behind it and you might find it boring,” she said, “but what people do is extra nice things for other people they love or care about or have a crush on.”

“Like what kind of things?” she asked and Sandee picked her up to sit on her lap.

“Well, people send cars with nice sayings, or draw pictures, write poems, send flowers, and the biggest thing is chocolate,” she said.

“So that’s why yer writing for papa?” she asked.

“Yep,” Sandee said and Olive watched as she worked on the poem.

“Why did you put X’s and O’s there?” she asked.

“X’s are meant for hugs and O’s are meant for kisses,” she said.

“Oh,” Olive said and she was getting ideas in her head.

She got off of Sandee’s lap and headed to her room.

“Olive, come on, time for our walk,” Sandee hollered, “come on boys.”

All three pugs came barreling in with excitement.  Rob helped put their harnesses and leashes.  They grabbed what they need for the park and left.

It was a very sunny Sunday that day and the dog park was busy.  They, luckily, found a spot right near the park entrance.   They got out of the car and as soon as the pug’s feet hit the ground, they darted toward the park; almost taking Rob off of his feet.  Sandee got the dog kit out of the backseat.  They got only two toes past the gate and off Fosse, Java and Olive went.

“Get back here!” Rob hollered, “we need to take your leashes off!”

He ran after the boys and Sandee ran after Olive.  She didn’t have to go far, Olive was visiting with a family to the right a little.

“Hi, we grabbed he to stop because we saw you coming for her,” Helen said.

“Oh thank you so much,” Sandee said out-of-breath, “I’m Sandee and this escape artist is Olive.”

“Nice to meet you both,” Helen said and handed Sandee the leash, “my name is Helen, this is my niece Annie and this is our Boots,” she said.

“Nice to meet you all,” she said.

Annie was a very cute, pale and freckled face, red headed 9 year old and Boots was a male white Bulldog with black half-way up his legs.

“I see why you named him Boots, very cute,” Sandee said.

“Can I pet Olive?” Annie asked.

“Yes, that was very nice of you to ask,” Sandee said and Annie knelt down to pet Olive.

“She’s so cute,” Annie said, “I love her face.”

“Thank you,” Olive said in a woo-woo sound.

“Olive says thank you and she loves your freckles,” Sandee said.

“I love pug Olive, can I give her a hug?” she asked.

“Sure, she’d love that,” Sandee said, “oh my gosh, she’s so cute,” she said to Helen.

Just then Olive started to lick her face like crazy and Boots pushed his way in-between them.

“Looks like someone’s jealous,’ Helen said, “Boots, no no.”

“I agree,” Sandee said and Olive started to lick Boot’s face.

“Awww,” both of them said.

Helen and Sandee talked about whatever came up and they both noticed that Olive kept close to Boots; no matter what other dog came up to them and wanted to play, she never left his side.  They charged across the park over to Rob and the boys.

“Boots, these are my brothers, Fosse and Java,” Olive said introducing them, “guys, this is Boots.”

“Hi,” they all said to each other.

“What’s up?” Fosse asked.

“Oh nuthin,” Boots said, “I’m here with my mama Helen and my auntie Annie.”

“That’s so cool,” Java said as he picked his face up from the mud.

“Ewww, Java, dirty,” Olive squealed.

Java went to give Olive a huge, muddy kiss.

“Stay away from me!” she hollered and ran across the park and they all followed her.

The four of them played for about an hour and Boots never seem to leave her side; even when the boys went elsewhere for a little while.  Sandee and Rob made the rounds to talk to other people there.  They hollered for the pugs.

“Helen, here’s our number if you ever want to call us and tell us when you’ll be here,” Sandee said and handed her paper with their number on it.

“That’s great, we don’t know many people here, thanks,” Helen said and gave them her phone number, “I think Boots will like that alot.”

“Us to,” Rob and Sandee said at the same time.

While Fosse, Java and Olive got leashed,  Helen leashed Boots as well and they all walked out the their cars together.

“Bye Boots,” Olive and the boys said.

“Bye Olive,” Boots said and nuzzles her just before they separated to their cars.

As soon as Helen, Annie and Boots got in the car, he pressed his nose to the window and whined as he watched Olive get in her car.

“Aunt Helen, I think Boots has a crush on Olive,” she said.

“I do too,” Helen said and smiled.

“Oh my gosh, that’s so cute,” she said, “do you think we could have puppy play time with them some day?”

“I have their phone number, maybe so,” she said and they drove away.

The muddy pugs piled in Rob’s car and Sandee just sighed.

“Everyone gets a bath today, car included,” she said.

“Mama, you’re funny,” Java said, “we don’t have a tub big enough.”

“Olive’s got a boyfriend,” Fosse said in a teasing tone of voice to Olive.

“Shuddup, I do not,” she said slightly embarrassed.

“Olive’s got a boyfriend, Olive’s got a boyfriend,” Fosse and Java said together in a singsong tone teasing her.

“Ok boys, knock it off,” Rob said.

They drove off and got home quick.  As soon as they got in the door, Olive went into her room and shut the door.

“Geez, girls,” Fosse said and rolled his eyes.

“Hey, don’t tease your sister,” Sandee said, “one day it will be you that likes someone.”

“Yeah Fosse,” Java said and started snickering and making kissing noises.

“You too Java,” Rob said.

“Yeah, you too,” Fosse said to Java, “neener neener neener.”

“Ok that’s enough from both of you,” Sandee said sternly.

“Ok mama,” they both said.

Olive got out all her art supplies and started making pictures and tried writing something.  Each time someone walked by her room they’d hear rustling around and moans.  Sandee started making dinner for everyone and Rob got the boys un-harnessed.  He reached into his coat pocket before taking it off and found a folded piece of paper in it.  He took it out, unfolded it and it said, “you are my fav person” in red crayon.  He looked over at Sandee in the kitchen and smiled.  He thought was a cute and sweet thing she did.  He didn’t say anything because he thought it was some soft of surprise thing coming for Valentine Day.

The next day the phone rang and it was Helen.

“Hello,” Sandee answered.

“Sandee?” Helen asked, “this is Helen from the park yesterday.”

“Oh hi,” she said happily, “it’s so nice to hear from you.”

“We were wondering if you and the pugs were going to the park today,” she continued, “Annie and Boots have been bugging me about wanting to see you all.”

“Yes, we will be there,” she said, “well, I’ll be there with the pugs, Rob has to work late.”

“Oh great, Boots will be extra excited,” she said.

“Ok, we’ll leave as soon as I get them ready,” Sandee said.

“See you soon,” Helen said and hung up.

Sandee grabbed the harnesses and leashes and turned to see Olive with hers in her mouth already.

“You know where we’re going don’t you?” she asked her with giggle in her voice.

Olive and Fosse’s curly tail was wagging back and forth in a tan blur; Java just sat there calmly waiting.   They got everything on,  Sandee grabbed the dog bag and they were off.


They got to the park and it was pretty empty.  Sandee smartly took their leashes off in the car because she knew as soon as the car door was open, they’d dash into the park.  She opened the door and she was right.  They got to the gate and feverously wagged their tails until someone opened the gate door.  Annie recognized the pugs and ran to open the door. Boots ran after her because he knew that Olive was there.  They all sniffed each other in a tight circle and then Fosse and Java were off running everywhere; after each other, after a few other dogs that were there and chasing scents in the air.

“Hi Olive,” Boots said with his head lowered.

“Hi Boots,” she said and gave him a hug.

He nuzzled her with his head.

“Hi Olive,” Annie said in a high pitched, excited tone.

“Hi Annie,” Olive said.

“I’m so happy you guys came,” she said.

“Me too,” Olive said.

“Me three,” Boots said and nuzzled Olive again.

“Hee hee hee hee hee,” giggled Olive.

Annie, Boots and Olive played and chased each other around for a little while, while Helen and Sandee chatted.

“Here Boots!” Helen hollered and motioned for him to her.

“Must be time to go home,” Annie said and they ran over to her.

“Good boy,” Helen said to Boots and she pulled a dog treat out of her pocket to reward him.

He took it gently with his lips, dropped it on the ground and nosed it over to Olive.

“Awwww,” the three said at the same time.

“Here,” Boots said to Olive, “happy valentine day.”

“You are so sweet Boots,” she said, “thank you.  Would you share it with me?”

“Ok,” he said with an upbeat tone.

“Wow, that’s incredible,” Helen said in amazement.

“What?” Sandee asked.

“He never, and I mean never, shares his treats with anyone,” she said.

Olive bit the treat in half and nudged half to Boots.  They both crunched and sat close to each other.

“But it’s not valentine’s yet,” Olive said.

“Well, I just wanted to in case I don’t see you on the day,” he said.

“Oh my pugness, you are so nice,” she said and nuzzled him quickly.

Everyone said their goodbyes and Sandee stayed a little longer.  She called the boys to her, they got leashed at went home.

When they got home and got inside, Rob was finally home, showered and laying on the couch.  He had fallen asleep with the TV on and snoring lightly.   Olive went up to him, very quietly, and licked his cheek.

“Oh hi baby girl,” he said softly as he opened his eyes.

“Hi papa,” she said.

“Did you eat yet?” Sandee asked as she un-harnessed to pugs.

“Yes,” he said.

“Hard day?” she asked.

“Yes, we did two jobs and that’s why I’m late,” he said fighting to keep awake.

“Why don’t you go to bed and I’ll make your lunch for tomorrow and leave it in the fridge,” she suggested and Rob dragged himself to bed.

“Thank you honey,” he said as he walked away.

Fosse and Java walked with him to his room.

“Olive’s got a boyfriend,” Java said.

“Really?” Rob asked as he crawled into bed.

“Yep,” Fosse confirmed.

“Hey you two, let papa get to sleep,” Sandee hollered from the kitchen, “come on out of there!”

“Tell me about it later ok?” Rob said.

“Ok,” they both said and left the room.

Sandee got to making Rob’s lunch for the next day while the pugs quietly played in the living room.  Eventually, everyone went to bed.

Rob got up the next day at the break of dawn and was out the door before anyone else in the house woke up.  He’d start the coffee right away and by the time a pot was done brewing, he’d be cleaned up, dressed, eaten something quick, and grabbed his lunch.  That day flew by for him and all the guys he worked with.  They had one big parking lot to pave.  When it was lunch break, his tummy was growling.  He sat in his car, out of the sun and opened his lunch.  He took out his sandwich and there was a small sticky note on it that said, “like a happy peanut butter and jelly, you put a giggle in my belly.”

“Sandee, I just love you so much,” Rob said out-loud and giggled.

He ate lunch, finished doing what he could before the rain started.  Meanwhile at home, the pugs kept bugging Sandee to call Helen and go to the park.  She looked outside and it got dark quick.  Shortly after that, it started to rain.

“Nope, no park today, it’s raining pretty hard,” she said and looked at three sad and droopy pug faces and chuckled, “oh my, you three look sad. What are we gonna do now?”

“Can they come over?” Olive asked.

“No, I don’t want to be a pest,” she said.

“Please, please, please, please,” all three begged.

“No,” she said firmly and the phone rang.

Sandee answered it, talked for a short time and hung up. She didn’t say anything to them about who was on the phone; she didn’t want to get them worked up, but Helen, Annie and Boots were coming over.  Fosse and Java sat and watched TV and Olive helped Sandee with a poem for papa for valentine day.

“Is this the same one from before?” Olive asked.

“No, a new one,” she said.

“Wow,” Olive said with her eyes wide, “that’s alot.”

A few minutes later there was a knock at the door.  The pugs watched as Sandee went to answer the door and let Boots lead in Annie and Helen.  Olive was so excited, she lay down and rolled over while she did her woo woo sounds.  Fosse and Java were excited that Annie was there because they really liked her and started licking her as soon as she got in the house.   Annie brought a book with her and wanted to read it to the dogs.

Sandee set out some food and drinks for her, Helen and Annie and put out some dog treats as well.  Annie sat in the middle of the living room floor and the dogs sat on the floor near her.  Helen and Sandee sit at the kitchen table adjacent to that area and watched as Annie put the book in her lap and read the story.  They got a kick out of watching her put some drama to the story and the dogs seems to like it because all their attention never left Annie.  They also noticed the Olive and Boots sat very close to each other.

“How bout some snacks?” Sandee asked out-loud.

“Yes, we have worked up quite an appetite after that story,” Annie said very seriously.

Sandee made peanut butter and jelly sandwiches cut into heart shapes and other finger foods for the humans and all kinds of small heart-shaped cookies for the dogs.  Rob walked in a little while later, soaked.  He greeted everyone as he walked to the bedroom to change.

“Well ladies and gentlemen, how is everyone today?” he asked.

“Ok, alright, fine,” everyone answered.

“A short, but wet day always makes me hungry,” he said, “what should we all do for dinner?”

“Pizza!” all dogs said at the same time.

Helen started to get up and grab her things to leave.

“Would you and the crew like to stay for pizza?” Sandee asked Helen.

“Is that ok?” she asked.

“Definitely,” she said, “I’ll go to the store and get some pop and juice.”

Sandee put her coat on, grabbed car keys and went to the store.  She got two types of juice and three different flavors of pop.  While standing in line to pay, she noticed small bags of valentine heart candies with words on them where the candy was.  She grabbed four and got them with the drinks.  She put them in her pocket so they wouldn’t be in the bag for Rob to see.  She got home just in time for the pizza’s to be delivered.

She got inside and everyone had plates, cups, napkins and other things ready. They all poured drinks and dove into the pizza.  They all ate, talked and laughed at stories they shared.  It got late and Helen had to get the three of them home before anyone got tired.

“Thank you so much for having us over,” Helen said.

“It was our fun and pleasure,” Rob said, “thanks for staying.”

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” Annie said to each pug as she kissed them on the top of their head.

Boots leaned over and gave Olive a huge kiss.  She blushed and giggled.  She gave him a peck on the cheek in return.

“Awwwww,” everyone said together.

“Oh stop it!” Boots said.

Everyone said their goodnight’s and Rob cleaned up the table and put everything else in the fridge.

“Will you, pretty please, take the garbage out and to the curb?” Sandee asked Rob sweetly as she handed him his coat.

“Yes, I guess so,” he said and winked.

Rob put his coat on, tied up the kitchen garbage and took it outside.  He set it on the curb and put his hands in his coat pocket as he walked to the house.  There was something in his right pocket.  He pulled out three small bags of valentine heart candy that had love messages on them.  Rob smiled big and kept it to himself because valentine’s day was only two more days away.  He wanted to take Sandee out for a very romantic dinner to celebrate and thank her for all the little gifts.  He thought maybe all these little gifts was leading up to something big.

He got inside and Sandee was putting the pugs to bed.

“Mama, could we have a valentine party this weekend?” Olive asked her while she was getting tucked in.

“Sure, what were you thinking?” she asked.

“Well, a small one with Annie and Boots and their mama,” she said.

“That’s a great idea!” she said, “let’s talk details tomorrow.”

“Yeah, thank you,” she said excited, “and will you help me make a special present for someone special?”

“I would love to,” she said with a smirk on her face.

“I love you so much mama,” she said and kissed Sandee.

“Oh baby O, I love you too,” she said and kissed her back.

“Ok, don’t tell anyone about the present thing, K?” she asked.

“K, it will be our thing,” she said and turned out the light.

Sandee walked out of Olive’s room snickering.

“What’s so funny?” Rob asked.

“Girl stuff,” Sandee said.

They locked the house up, turned off the lights and went to bed themselves.

The next day, Rob took the boys to work that day and Sandee and Olive planned the party.

“Should we send something in the mail to let them know?” Olive asked.

“Nope, it won’t get to them early enough,” Sandee said, “we’ll just call them.”

“What should we eat?” she asked.

“I’m going to let you decide the menu, little Ms. Party-planner,” she said.

“Ok,” she said with a very serious look on her face, “let’s go with pink and red food.”

“Decorations or not?” she asked.

“Oh we must have décor,” Olive said; Sandee did what she could not to giggle.

“Let’s do a few streamers and heart-shaped things,” Olive continued.

“Ok, why don’t we go to the store now and get the things we need to make and bake stuff,” Sandee said.

Olive got so excited, she ran around in a circle three times.  They got in the car and went to the grocery store.  Bought everything they needed and a few extra things.   As soon as they got home, Sandee called Helen and asked her if they were free for the party on Saturday.  They were so everything was in full motion.  They sat at the kitchen table and cut hearts out of construction paper, started hanging streamers in the living room, drew pictures of hearts and flowers, and made paper hats to wear.  They put everything on the kitchen counter that couldn’t be put out until the party.  While Olive watched TV, Sandee went around the house and cleaned anything that needed it.

A few hours later, Rob and the boys came home filthy and smelly. Olive had fallen asleep on the couch.  Rob observed all the decorations.

“Did I miss something?” he asked.

“Yes, we are having a valentine party this Saturday,” she said, “boys, go into the bathroom and get ready for a bath.”

“But….” they both started.

“But nothing,” she stated, “don’t give me that look Fosse!  You’re first young man.  Now scoot, both of you.”

Sandee went into the bathroom and started baths. Rob was thirsty and went into the fridge for something cold to drink.  On one of the juice bottles was a piece of folded paper.  He grabbed it and opened the paper, even thou it didn’t have a name on it.

“You are the most handsome in the world.  I am such a lucky girl. Keep looking in cupboards for the next clue.”

Not Sandee’s best rhyme, but it’s cute, he thought and went on looking in every cupboard.  He started with the higher ones and when he opened the lower pot one, there was another note.

“Cheers 2 U, you stand on the floor. You’re next thing will be in a drawer.”

Rob giggled at having fun.  Sandee had never done a scavenger hunt before.  He looked in all the drawers in the kitchen and found nothing.  He quietly looked in the drawers in the living room tables, no luck.   He next went into the office room and started low, since it was like that before.  Opened it up and there was the next note.

“Ok hubby, you’re turn,” Sandee announced as she came out of the bathroom with two clean pugs.

Rob stopped what he was doing but remembered where he was.  He got into the shower and cleaned up his dirty self.  He went to his room and got dressed.  He then went back to the office and picked up where he left off.  He made sure he shut the door.  He opened the note to read:

“When next you don’t expect, on your cheek, I’ll leave a peck.”

He thought he’d do something nice in return for her.  He went to the living room and everyone was sitting on the couch.

“So what time is this party tomorrow?” he asked.

“7pm, so mama and I will be busy baking and cooking all day,” Olive said.

“All day?” Rob asked and looked at Sandee shake her head no, “well Olive, could I have mama to myself for a short time tomorrow?”

“How short and at what time?” she asked very seriously.

“From 5 to 6 o’clock, is that ok?” he asked.

“Olive, we should have everything baked and set up by then,” Sandee said to her.

“Ok papa, it’s ok with me,” she said.

“Well thank you Olive,” he said back.

“I’d like to know if I could take you out for a nice dinner tomorrow,” he said to Sandee.

“I’d love to,” she said and winked at him.

He took that as another clue that would be the big reveal of all the other hints.  They went to bed early that night, so everyone could get up early and help out with what need to be done for the party.

The next day was beautiful.  The sun was out, no clouds in the sky and warm.  The boys got busy outside cleaning up the front and backyard with Rob.  Rake leaves, cutting the grass, plucking weeds from the garden and from around the flowers everywhere.  Sandee and Olive got baking; chocolate cupcakes, peanut butter pupcakes, carrot cookies, herb bread, and apple coconut crumbles.   When lunch time hit, they ate outside to enjoy the weather and keep the inside clean.  They played a little while after eating and then back to work.

A few hours passed and everyone was done.  All boys went inside to clean up and the girls cleaned the kitchen and put the goodies away for the time being.

“Ok, no climbing on chairs to get on counters to taste anything before the party,” Sandee said as she shook her finger at the boys, “Olive, when we get back, we’ll put the chocolate kisses on top of the cupcakes.”

“Oh yeah, I totally forgot about that finishing touch and I’ll keep these boys under close watch,” she said and gave them ‘the eye of shame’.

Rob picked the closest restaurant for time concerns and they were lucky enough to get a table.  The place was busy but a table for two was easy to get in the bar area. They sat, ate, talked, and laughed.  He kept waiting for her to say or give him something the reveal herself with the secret valentine messages.  Dinner was over and they had to get going.  Rob reached into his chest pocket of his coat for his wallet and noticed there were a few of the wrapped chocolate kisses in it.  He smiled big at Sandee.

“Well?” he asked as he pulled them out of the pocket and showed them to her.

“What?” she asked confused.

“Did you have something that you wanted to say?” he asked hinting at her.

“No, did you?” she asked, “oh are these for me?  That’s sweet.  No pun intended.”

She took and ate them and he had a very confused look on his face.

“I’m so confused,” he said.

“So am I,” she said and started to get up, “come on, we need to leave now.”

“Ok,” he said, paid the bill and the left.

“Thank you for a prompt and sweet dinner, I love you and happy valentine’s day,” Sandee said and gave him a huge hug and kiss when they got in the car.

“I love you too sweetheart,” he said.

He kept to himself as they drove the short distance home thinking it would be part of the party. He was ready, but not sure for what.  When they got inside, the boys were tied up and to each other in the middle of the living room.

“Oh my, are you, is everything, what happened?!” Sandee asked.

“They teamed up against me and tried to get yummies, but I showed them and blizzed attacked em and they’re in time out right now,” she said sternly.

“Blitz attacked,” Rob said.

“Whatever, I put them in their place,” she said with her paws on her hips.

“Very impressive Olive, I’m very proud of you,” Sandee said, “see boys, don’t underestimate her size.  She’s small but spunky.”

Fosse and Java both shook their heads in agreement.  Olive untied them and put on their cheesy looking hats.  Sandee noticed that all the cupcakes had the chocolate kisses on them.  She was a  busy pug.  Sandee and Rob put on their hats just in time for their guests to arrive.  As Sandee put the food and drinks out, Olive greeted the guests and everyone admired and enjoyed the décor.  Everyone started snacking and talking and just relaxing. Rob excused himself to pick up in the office where the last clue was from earlier.  He found the next note and it took him into their bedroom into the closet.  As Rob was looking through every shoe in there, Sandee walked in on him.

“What in the valentine day are you doing?” she asked him, “we have guests.”

“Found it!” he exclaimed, “and I’ve figured it out.”

“Figured what out?” she asked very confused.

“All these notes and presents you’ve left me over the last few days,” he said and stood up, “but I still don’t know what the big ending is.”

Sandee looked at the piece of paper in his hand and the shape it was cut into and she smiled.

“Ok, you’ve figured it out before the surprise,” she said, “you are so smart.”

“Yes I am,” he said feeling very good about himself.

“Ok, well let me excuse myself so you can finish your puzzle detective,” she said, “I’ll go back to the party.”

Sandee went back to the living room and Rob read the note.

“The night is here and so is the day.  Meet me in the bottom of the house and I’ll have room for you in the bottom of my heart.”

He thought Sandee had something romantic planned for after the party was cleaned up in the basement.  He went back to the party and tried to keep himself contained.  It was getting late so Helen, Annie and Boots had to get going.  Sandee sent them home with a care package full of treats that didn’t get eaten.  As the girls headed out the door, Boots hung back.

“Here Olive,” he said to her and gave her a heart shaped cookie and a kiss on the cheek, “be my valentine.”

“Ok,” she said and kisses him back and giggled.

They left and the rest of them cleaned up the house and went to bed.  As Sandee tucked the pugs in, Rob went outside to lock the garage.   He came back in and went straight to the basement that was all dark.

“Ok valentine, I love the poetry and how creative you’ve gotten this time,” he said and clicked on the light.

Olive was standing there with a huge heart cookie, as big as she stood, that said on it, “my favorite valentine.”

“I love you papa,” she said and almost fell backward because of the size of it.

“I love you to, my funny valentine,” he said with tears in his eyes and caught her before she fell, “you were really good with all the clues; I hadn’t a clue and I am really surprised.”

He picked her up and hugged and kissed her.  They sat and ate some of the cookie for a while into the night.

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It was nearing Christmas and all the elves were busy getting the toys made and sweets baked. Santa was keeping everything and everyone in working order; he had all the children’s lists and was checking them twice. Fosse and Java were at home drinking hot cocoas and decorating the tree; Fosse is the older and fawn colored pug and Java is the black and feisty pug; they are brothers.

“Java,” Fosse exclaimed. “Quit eating the decorations.” Java was always getting into some sort of mischief. “I’m trying to finish the tree and you’re making me have to start over again,” Fosse continued.

When Fosse looked closer at Java, he noticed cookie crumbs on his chin and upper lip. Fosse just shook his head in disappointment because now he’d have to make more cookies for Santa.

While people and pugs everywhere were excitedly getting ready for Christmas, Loki, one of Santa’s more mischievous elves, had a grand idea. He’ll get Santa to use his new electronic sled and make a fortune, putting the reindeer on the unemployment line. While the reindeer were out back, playing in the snow and have snacks, Loki decided to work his kind of magic.

“Hey Rudolph,” he said to the reindeer. “Did you hear that Santa got a new ride for Christmas?”

“What are you talking about?” Rudolph asked.

“Have you noticed he’s been kind of quiet this year,” Loki hinted. Rudolph thought about it. “I mean, he hasn’t really come out to play with any of you like he has previous years,” Loki continued.

“Um, yay, you’re right,” Rudolph said out loud.

“Right about what?” Prancer asked as he and Dasher walked by.

“That Santa hasn’t been paying much attention to us this year,” Dasher said a little mad.

“You know, now that I think about it,” Vixon said as he walked over. “He has been real secretive about his outings.”

One by one, the reindeers gathered about Loki and he continued to feed rumors into their ears. “Yea, I heard him talking about a new sled that’s electronic and doesn’t need reindeer for it to fly,” Loki said with a smirk on his face.

“Are you serious?” Comet said in astonishment.

“Yep,” Loki said. “He said something about needing to go faster because of more houses to visit and the reindeer were just to slow.”

“What?!” Donner belted. “That fatty said we were to slow?!”

The reindeer walked away and got into a close huddle for a few moments. Then Rudolph popped his head up and his nose was a bright red no one had ever seen and said,

“This year, we strike until the fat man appreciates us for all the hard work we do for him,” he claimed. There was much agreeing from all the other reindeer.

“Should we tell the fat man what our demands are?” Cupid asked, “What are our demands?”

“No,” Loki said quickly. “I think it will hit him harder if you don’t say anything. And make signs that say you’re striking, but not why.”

All the reindeer went to their shed and started making signs.; ruckus could be hear coming from there.


It was Christmas Eve and everyone was getting ready. Elves were loading up the sleigh and Santa was putting on his best suit. He got cleaned up and little elf Roman came and got Santa for the big ride. He went out to the sleigh and saw all the elves there to send him off, but noticed none of the reindeer were saddled up and ready for take off.

“Where are the reindeer?” Santa asked. None of the elves would look him in the eye and no one wanted to answer. Santa started to get nervous. “This isn’t like them,” he said. “Where are the reindeer?!” Again no one would answer, but the wee little elf standing to the side pointed to the distance where the reindeer were. Santa got quiet out-of-sorts and marched right over to the fire pit. “What are all of you doing standing around here?” Santa asked trying to stay calm.

“Boys, signs up,” Dasher said. All the signs said on strike, or striking, or unfair treatment.

“What?!” Santa yelled. “Why are you doing this? What is the meaning of this?”

A moment of silence went by that felt like an eternity. No one said a word, they all just stared and glared at Santa. “So you’re not going to work?” Santa asked desperately. “What am I supposed to do? How is Christmas going to happen?” Dasher turned his sign around and on the back it said, NOT OUR PROBLEM.

Not aware of what was happening at the North Pole, Java laid on the floor moaning of an achy tummy. Fosse just chuckled and didn’t say I told you so to him. He put the finishing touch on the tree, stepped back to get a full view, “that’s pugtastic,” he said with pride. Java just moaned again. Fosse went to the kitchen to get Java some Fizzy Feel Fine medicine to calm his tummy; he loved his brother and hated seeing him in pain.

“Java, why don’t you go take a nap while I bake more cookies,” Fosse said. “FOR SANTA.”

Java went to bed and Fosse started another big batch of cookies; Peanut Butter Puggins, Snickerpoodles, Chocolate Java Chip, Butterscotch Butchies and a warm mug of soy milk.

Santa went back inside the house and slumped in his chair. A frozen tear rolled down his cheek. As if on cue, Loki walked over to Santa with a steaming mug of cocoa. Santa looked at it,

“That’s very nice Loki, but I’m not in the mood,” Santa sighed.

“Not in the mood?” Loki said with fake surprise in his voice.

“What’s wrong?” “The reindeer are on strike, I have no idea why and now Christmas will have to be canceled,” Santa said very sad.

“Oh no,” Loki said and faked a nice hug. “You know, this is weird timing but I may be able to help you with your Christmas dilemma.

“Really?” Santa said intrigued. “What?”

Loki got close to his ear, “In my spare time, I’ve been studying the mechanics and such of sleds and built a new and improved electronic sled. It’s 10 times faster than reindeer and has a zillion Christmas music stations to listen to.”

“Faster?” Santa asked. “Yep, so you can get all the deliveries done in half the time,” Loki said with pride.

It only took Santa a nanosecond to agree. As all the elves emptied the other sled, Loki drove over in the Lokified sled. It was loaded quickly and Loki gave Santa the rundown of how to work and maneuver it. Santa was set and Loki climbed down off of it.

“Loki, you should come with me since you helped save Christmas,” Santa said.

“Nah, you look better in it by your big self,” Loki said. “Maybe we could talk cash incentive when you get back.”

All the sudden there was a rush of snowballs being thrown at Santa and the sleigh. The reindeers were mighty mad and throwing many snowballs aiming for Santa’s head. As he started the engine and flew off, he could hear one of the reindeer holler, YOU HAVE SNOW FOR BRAINS. Santa waved to all the elves and they waved back except for Loki, who held two thumbs up. The ride was smooth for a little while and just as Santa started to distribute gift, he heard a weird sound from under his feet. “SPUTTER, BUTTER, CLANK, CLANK, COOOOOOCOOOOOOCACHOOOOO” Santa was worried and that turned to fear when the whole sleigh shook and spun in circles. All of the sudden it stopped in mid air and dropped like a lead weight. He hit the safety for falling button and all it did was turn the radio on. He put all the seatbelts on, grabbed his hat and held on for dear life. Just when he thought he was going to hit the ground, the safety feature kicked in and he landed softly, but loudly.


The two pugs that made promises to each other about going to bed early, were still up late in front of the fire. “Oh my pugness!” Fosse yelled.

“What was that?” Java ran to the window and his eyes popped out of his head, “It’s Santa!” They both ran to the backyard where he had landed, without their coats on.

“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh,” they both said over each other faster than reindeer flew.

Santa touched himself everywhere to make sure he still had all his limbs.

“Java!” Fosse said. “Stop chewing on Santa’s sleigh. It’s not made of cookies. My brother likes to eat everything.”

“Santa,” Java started. “Where are your reindeer?”

“They all went on strike,” he said.

“Oh no,” Java continued. “Why?”

“I have no idea and I’m so worried that Christmas will have to be canceled this year,” Santa said sadly. “I have no way of getting all these presents to all the children.”

Fosse and Java looked at each other, huge smiles crossed their faces, and they said at the same time, “we can help.”

“How?” Santa asked.

“Well I’ve been reading complete idiots guide to flying,” Fosse said.

“I’ve been reading flying a sled for dummies,” Java added.

“And we’ve been studying the way reindeer move and the weather patterns at night,” they both added.

“But you’re only two pugs,” Santa started. “And not quite strong enough to pull this hunk of junk.”

“We know the secret,” Fosse said.

“All we need is the special Christmas ok power from you and we are good to go,” Java said.

“We love you and Christmas so much that we have enough spirit to power the world,” they both said in unison.

They both sat like good boys while Santa waved his wand and knighted them,

“Jingle bells, cookie smells, Christmas comes hour by hour. With cheer and good will and stockings to fill, may Fosse and Java have reindeer power.” Java started giggling and rolling around on the ground, “That tickles”.

Fosse started running around the yard like he was being chased. In seconds there were decked out in holiday wear and harnessed up and feeling very powerful. Santa grabbed the reins, “On Dasher, ah I mean, on Fosse and Java and……..I’m not sure where else to go with this,” Santa said and they all laughed.


Through the entire night, they kept speed as if they were nine reindeer and were having the time of their lives. All three of them sang Christmas carols as they stopped and delivered gifts to everyone around the world. After all the Fosse and Java were tired and hungry. Santa invited the pugs to the North Pole for the annual Christmas feast. They were so excited the started to bark and howl. This was only ever enjoyed by the elves and reindeer. So off they went to the Pole. When they parked the sleigh, the reindeer could be seen around their fire with their signs which they held high when they say Santa. They entered the house and it was filled with a roaring fire, cookies, cocoas, ham, and other goodies to eat.

The elves were everywhere and Santa asked, “Where’s Loki?”

No elf knew. Fosse and Java were curious why the reindeer were on strike so they bravely wandered out to them.

“Hey, what’s up with striking?” Fosse asked.

“Well, we were told that Santa was using a new electronic sleigh and,” Dasher started, “wait a minuet, who are you two?”

“I’m Java and this is my brother Fosse,” Java said. “They’re pugs,” Blitsen said. “I have a calendar of pugs for next year.”

“What are you doing here?” Cupid asked.

“Well, Santa crashed in our yard when the new sleigh stopped working and he gave us the power to help save Christmas,” Fosse said.

“Oh great, now someone else is trying to take our job,” Donner said.

“No, no, no,” Java started, “we just had to help Santa in his time of need. We love what you do.”

“That sleigh is a piece of junk,” Fosse said.

The reindeer gathered round and Santa made his way out to the gathering. Santa and the reindeer had a long talk and came to an understanding. Java and Rudolph just stared at eat others noses.

“Your nose is red, it doesn’t look like anyone else’s,” Java said.

“You nose is all pushed in,” Rudolph said. They got real close to each other and stared more. “I like your nose Java,” Rudolph said and smiled big.

“I like your nose too,” Java said and hugged Rudolph.

Meanwhile, Loki sat in the corner of his closet and thought of ways he would spend his money and branch out his creation. “Hey Loki,” Santa called out. “I’d like to talk compensation for your sleigh.”

Loki rubbed his grubby little hands together and quickly ran to the living room. There sat Santa, all the reindeer, and many unhappy elves. “Ut oh,” Loki said under his breath. “How was your trip?”

“So I hear you’ve been telling new Christmas stories around here,” Santa said with one eye brow raised.

“Ah, well, you see,” Loki stammered as he tried to leave the room.

“You made quiet a mess of this holiday, but all turned out ok,” Santa said. “So no hard feelings about the piece of junk in the yard.”

“Whew!” Loki said and wiped his forehead, “way to go Santa! Three cheers for Santa.” “I think the three cheers should go to Fosse and Java,” Santa said.

“Hip hip hooray, hip hip hooray, hip hip hooray,” everyone said loudly.

As Loki tired to sneak outside, “Well now Loki,” Santa started. “I think your compensation is you will clean up reindeer poop…..for every Christmas to come.” Laughter filled the air. “Before we enjoy our Christmas feast,” Santa started. “I make Fosse and Java honorary reindeer for Christmas eternity.”

He tapped both pugs on each shoulder and the fun and eating began. Of course Java was first into the cookies and eggnog. “Hey let’s sing a new song this year,” Rudolph announced, “join me, “we wish you a puggy Christmas. We wish you a puggy Christmas.” Everyone caught on and they sang the rest of the night.



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“Whoa, whoa,” Theodore said as he loosely hung on.

He hung among the other teeth, but was the only one that moved. He talked with the others and always had a good time.  Lately thou, he kept getting bothered and pushed around by the big, pink tongue that was below him.  Most of the time, that tongue would just lie at the there.  Once again, it came to push Theodore around and this irritated him.

“Hey you!” Theodore yelled.  It just ignored him. “Hey, I’m talking to you,” he yelled again. “Just leaved me alone!”

Then, the tongue sprang right up to him and they just stared at each other.  One waiting for the other to make the next move.  Their eye’s followed each other’s trying to predict the next move.  Then, with one surprise swift shove, Theodore fell and landed on the back part of the tongue.

“Where are you going?” another tooth asked.

“What happened?” another asked.

“I’m not sure,” Theodore said a little scared.

He just lay there for a moment waiting to see what might happen next. From out of nowhere, two really big fingers picked Theodore up and out of Matthew’s mouth.

“Mommy, mommy,” Matthew excitedly hollered as he held Theodore between those fingers.

“Your lose tooth finally came out,” said a woman, “You know what that means don’t you?”

“Yes,” he said, “a visit from the Toothfairy.

Matthew rushed up the stairs and bold to his room.  All of this quick movement made Theodore dizzy; he wasn’t used to so much activity.  He then placed Theodore under his pillow on his bed.

Theodore was confused and a little scared.  It was very dark there and he got lonely. He had no one to talk to.

“I wish I had someone to talk to,” he said out loud.

“Psst, Psst,” a voice said.

“Who’s there?” he asked.

“Are you the only one there?” the voice asked.

“Yep,” he said.

“Good,” the voice said and came out from the distance, “hi, how are you?”

“Fine,” Theodore said, “who are you?”

“You can call me Fuzz,” the clump of fluffy, grey stuff said.

“Ok Fuzz,” he said, “I’m Theodore, it’s nice to meet you.”

“Likewise,” Fuzz said.

“Are you hiding from something?” he asked.

“Yes,” Fuzz said with wide eyes, “when Matthew’s mom cleans this room, she uses this sucking thing called a vacuum and it gets me every time.”

“Where do you go?” Theodore asked.

“Into this big, black, dark place,” he said, “but I find my way out and back to where I belong, here.”

“Oh,” he said.

“Well, since you are here, it must mean you’re on your way,” he said.

“To where?” Theodore asked and got nervous.

“It’s a place I heard called Pearly World,” he said.

“Oh no, should I be worried?” he asked.

“Oh no, it’s a beautiful and fun place,” Fuzz said.

“Oh good, will you come with me?” he asked.

“No I can’t,” he said, “it’s a place for lose teeth only.”

Fuzz and Theodore talked, told jokes and sang songs for hours. The time seem to drift away. They heard foot steps in the distance and they got closer and closer.

“Here comes Matthew for bed and bed time for me also,” Fuzz said as he yawned.

“I had fun talking with you,’ Theodore said, “thanks for the company.”

“My pleasure,” he said and the smiled at each other, “keep on the look out for Toothfairy.”

“Who’s that?” he asked.

“She’s the one that will take you to Pearly World,” he said and feel off the bed.

“Ok, thanks,” Theodore said.

He sat and tried to imagine where he would be going and what Toothfairy would look like.  He noticed something moving in the distance. He was curious and went to check it out.  He got closer and still saw movement, but nothing was there.

“Peek-a-boo!” a enthusiastic voice said.

This surprised Theodore and he fell off his feet.  He got up quick and stared into that area to see who it was.  He crept closer and got to the edge of the bed.

“Peek-a-boo!” this object said as it popped out from the edge of the pillow that was over Theodore and disappeared again.

“Where did you go?” he asked.

“Here I am,” the voice said and popped out from the pillow edge again.

You are very quick,” Theodore said, “who are you?”
“I am PT,” the stranger said.

“Patty?” he asked.

“No, PT,” he said, “it stands for Pillow Tag.”

“Hi, I’m Theodore,” he said, “what do you do?”

“Oh nothing, I just stay here with the pillow,” he said, “I’m like it’s guard.”

“Wow, that sounds important,” he said.

“Yep, it never goes anywhere without me,” he said.

“That’s an important job,” he said, “do you ever get bored?”

“Nope, I meet interesting characters all the time,” PT said, “like you, other teeth, Teddy Bear, and others.”

“Like Fuzz?” he asked.

“Fuzz is way cool and we are best friends,” PT said proudly.

Theodore yawned and stretched out.  His eyelid were getting very heavy and quickly fell asleep.

“Good night Theo,” PT said softly.

After a while of sleeping. Theodore felt a gentle tapping on his head. He opened his eyes to see a very pretty girl in a long, flowing dress with big beautiful wings on her back.

“You must be Toothfairy,” he said in amazement.

“Yes,” she said as she floated in the air.

He stood up and was ready to go.

“Follow me my friend and I will take you to Pearly World,” she said.

He wasn’t sure what to expect, but was excited about it.  She had a large sack with her and pulled out a shiny new quarter to put where Theodore was sleeping.

“Why did you do that?” he asked.

“I always leave money for children who lose teeth and leave them here,” she said, “that’s my job.”

And they were off.  It was dark and they traveled for a while.  Theodore walked and followed Toothfairy as she floated and led the way.  The more he walked, the darker it got and he couldn’t see her anymore.  Just then, he started sliding down a hill or something. Whoosh, whoosh went Theodore at an electric fast speed.  He giggle uncontrollably and went up, down, zig, zag, round, and round in circles.

“Wow!” Theodore hollered, “this is really fun.”

Whoosh! Sploosh! Round and round. Whoosh!

He slid into some bright, white gates as tall as the eye could see.  Toothfairy was already there waiting for him.  As he walked up to the gates, they opened.  As they entered, he heard singing and laughing.  It was sunny and warm.  He looked all around and saw other teeth dancing, playing and having fun.  He was new to Pearly World and hoped he would be accepted.

Three teeth that were playing tag in the distance, quickly ran up to Theodore.

“Hi,” one of them said, “my name is Tracy.”

“And my name  is Trevor,” he said.

“I am Tony,” he said.

“Hi, I’m Theodore and it’s very nice to meet you,” Theodore said.

“Tag your it!’ Tracey said as she touched him and they all ran in separate directions.

Theodore started to chase Tracey. As he ran, he noticed many things going on all around. In the distance was a big carnival with games, prizes to win and rides to ride.  Over one way was a bakeshop where he could smell wonderful sweets. Over another way he saw clowns, jugglers, painters painting pictures and faces, and a small band.  There was a petting zoo, an ice cream shop, balloon stand, cotton candy machine, and many,  many more fun things to do.

Theodore was so happy to be there. He felt like he belonged there and was looking forward to a long stay.

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A Blanket For Every Body

Sandee and Rob were taking the pugs out for a walk in the city one day.  They came across a homeless man sleeping on the street next to the back of a building.

“Why is that man sleeping there?” Olive asked.

“Because he’s homeless honey,” Sandee said.

“What do you mean?” Java asked.

“Well, he could have many reasons why he doesn’t have a home or any place to live in,” Rob said.

“What about his mama and papa?” Java asked.

“I don’t know,” Sandee said,

“Let’s ask him,” Olive said and started to walk toward the man.

“No honey, let him sleep,” Rob said as he tugged on her leash toward him, “he might not want to be woken up.  You don’t like it.”

“Yea,” Olive said and they all went on the rest of their walk.

As they walked away from the man, Olive kept turning around to see if he woke up.  They got to the car and all the way home, Olive asked question after question about homeless people.  Java asked some and Fosse just listened in.

“It gets cold at night mama, why didn’t he have a blanket?” Olive asked as they walked into the house.

“He probably doesn’t have any money to even buy a cheap one or couldn’t find one in a dumpster or something,” Sandee said.

This puzzled Olive and bothered her at the same time.  Rob took the boys into the backyard to play catch and Sandee just watched TV.

It was bedtime and everyone feel asleep fast because of the earlier walk; except Olive. She was so bothered by that man not having a blanket, she just kept tossing and rolling around and couldn’t sleep. She knew what would cure this problem.  She quietly put her coat and shoes on, grabbed the quilt off of her bed and dragged it out the door in the middle of the night.  Olive had an excellent memory and downtown wasn’t to far.  The tall bright street lights made it easy to find the building the man was sleeping against earlier.  As Olive dragged herself and the quilt toward the area, she was hoping he was still there.  As she approached the building, she noticed a man sitting up with is back against the wall.  She carefully walked up to him, making sure not to surprise or scare him.

“Um hello?” Olive said, “um sir, were you sleeping here earlier today?”

The man didn’t say anything and never looked at her.

“Um sir,” she said again.

“What do you want?!” he grumbled.

This scared Olive,  “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you,” her voice quivered, “it’s cold out here and wanted you to have my quilt.  I walked by you earlier today and saw you didn’t have one to sleep with.”

She piled it in front of her and pushed it closer to him, but made sure not to get to close.

“I’m sorry if I…” she said as she started to cry and went on her way home.

The homeless man felt bad for barking at her. “Wait,” he said gently.

Olive turned around.  “You came all the way down here, this late, to give me this?”

“Yes,” she started, “I couldn’t sleep. It bothered me to learn about homeless people and the fact that you didn’t have a blanket to sleep with.”

“Oh my,” he said and started to cry.

“Oh no, please don’t cry,” she said and walked to him, “it’s not supposed to make you cry.”

“I’m sorry I was harsh with you,” he said, “I’m used to people either being mean to me or taking my stuff.  So I have to be like that to protect myself.  Little girl, you are out way to late and your parents are going to worry to death about you.”

“Oh I don’t live to far from here,” she said.

“My name is Sam,” he said.

“I’m Olive,” she said.

“Well Olive, this is the nicest thing a stranger has ever done for me since I’ve been homeless,” he said.

“But, we’re not strangers, we’re friends,” she said and smiled bit.

“Well, ok friend, you really need to go home before someone wakes up and you’re not in your bed and calls the police,” he said and pushed her away from him.

“Why would they call the cops?” she asked.

“Thinking maybe you were kidnapped,” he said.

“But I’m a pug, not a kid,” she said and giggled.

The sun started to come out a little and Sam kept encouraging her to go home.  Rob got up and went to the kitchen to start coffee.  He noticed the bad door open a crack and was alarmed right away. He ran to every room to make sure all was ok, but when he got to Olive’s room, no Olive.

“Sandee!” he hollered.

She scrambled out of bed, “what’s wrong?” she asked.

“Olive, Olive! Where are you?” he hollered as he ran upstairs and downstairs looking for her.

“Rob what’s wrong?!” she asked in a panic.

“Olive’s gone!” he screamed.

“What?” Java and Fosse said at the same time.

“The back door was open a crack,” Rob started as he opened it and went to the back yard.

“I’ll call 911,” Sandee said as she picked up the phone.

At that moment, there was a knock at the front door.  Sandee hung up before she dialed and ran to the door. She opened it and Olive was standing there with Sam watching from the sidewalk. Sandee snatched Olive up.

“Olive!’ she said and hugged her tight, “where were you?  What happened?  “Who’s that man? Did he hurt you?”

“No, no!” Olive stated, “that’s my friend Sam and he made sure I came home safely.”

“Thank you sir,” Sandee hollered to Sam and he went back to his spot.

Everyone else came into the living room and Sandee sat Olive on the floor.

“Shame on you!” Sandee started, “how dare you leave this house without us!”

Olive hung her head in shame.

“Yea Olive, not cool,” Fosse said with disappointment in his voice.

Olive started to say something and Rob stopped her. “Nothing from you young lady!”

“We were scared to death and almost called the police to report you missing,” Sandee continued and started to cry, “I don’t care what your reason was or what you thought you were trying to do. We’ve told you about strangers and danger on the street.  Someone could have hurt you; that man could have hurt you.  You are grounded for a month!”

“I’m so sorry,” Olive said softly.

“Go to your room now!” Rob said.

Olive went to her room, shut the door and started to cry and whimper.

Hours went by and the crying stopped.  Rob went to work, Sandee did stuff around the house and the boys played in the backyard.  Olive used the time to her advantage and wrote a letter to explain herself:

Mama, Papa, Java, and Fosse.  I am so sorry I did what I did and made you worry.

I didn’t mean to make you mad at me.  But it made me sad that the man we saw that day didn’t have a blanket to sleep with.  And since I live in a nice house with a Mama and Papa who love me, I wanted him to have one. So I took mine and gave it to him.  He said it was the nicest thing a stranger did and now we are friends.  I am sorry, but now Sam can be warm at night. I just wish I had food for him.

She put ink all over her paw and stamped the bottom of the letter, folded it up and pushed it under her door, into the hallway when she hear Sandee walk by her room.  She picked up the note and went to the living room to read it.  She softened more from being angry earlier and thought that’s just like Olive to do that; always thinking of others and how she can help.

“We will talk after dinner,” Sandee said out loud and Olive heard.

The went really slow for Olive.  Eventually she smelled dinner being cooked.

“Olive, dinner!” Sandee hollered.

She went barreling to the dining room.  Pot Roast, mashed potatoes, green beans and salad.  Well, Pot Roast, green beans and potatoes were a blend in dog food for the pugs and mama and papa ate the real stuff.  It was yummy for all.  After dinner was done and the table was cleared, everyone sat at the table to talk.

“I understand what you did,” Sandee started, “but how you did it was wrong.”

“We’ve told you so many times about not talking to strangers unless mama or I are with you,” Rob said, “and you went out by yourself after dark.  Which is the most dangerous time to be out.”

“There are a lot of people that may hurt you out at that time,” Sandee continued.

“But he was really nice to me and made sure I got home safely,” Olive pleaded.

“Well, you got lucky,” Sandee said.

“And so did we,” Fosse blurted out.

“But,” Olive started to cry, “the man didn’t have a blanket and probably was hungry and, and, and.”  She started to cry hysterically and gasping for air.  Rob and Sandee never saw Olive get this worked up over anything before; this really affected her badly.

“They call those people that live on the street, homeless,” Rob said.

“They don’t have a home?” Java asked.

“Nope,” Fosse added.

“Can we have Sam over for dinner and make his tummy happy?” Olive asked with a hopeful look on her face.

“No honey,” Sandee started, “we don’t know him and what happened.”

“Well..” Olive started.

“How about we go to the downtown homeless shelter and find out about volunteering,” Sandee suggested.

“There’s a shelter for Sam?” Olive asked.

“It’s for all the homeless people out there,” Rob added.

“What?” Olive asked in astonishment.

“We’ll go there tomorrow and people will explain more there,” Sandee said, “but you’re still grounded for a week.”

Olive smiled because Mama had said a month when she was upset.

The next day, Rob went to work and Sandee took all pugs with her to the homeless shelter.  They were greeted by a friendly woman named Elaine seated at the front desk.

“Hello, may I help you?” she asked.

“Yes, my name is Sandee and this is Fosse, Java and Olive and we’d like information about volunteering,” Sandee said.

“Wow, this is exciting!” Elaine exclaimed, “we never get this many people in at once to help us.  Well, here’s our sign up sheet letting you know when and where we need help. And what is involved with each project.  Here’s some forms that tell you more about our shelter, events and the one fundraiser we have for the rest of the year.”

“Hey Elaine, what’s up here?” Rosie asked.

“These are new potential volunteers,” Elaine said.

“Hi, I’m Rosie the head of fundraising,” she said, “how about I give you a tour.”

They walk around the entire building; kitchen, first aid room, laundry area, beds, and lounge.  Olive noticed a beautiful, tall dog with a black muzzle, tan body with large white areas.

“Oh is that your dog?” Olive asked Rosie.

“No, she’s one of our homeless dogs,” Rosie said.

“Dogs are homeless too?” Fosse and Java asked at the same time.

“Yes, there a hundred reasons why pets become homeless,” Rosie continued, “she just showed up in this area a few years ago.  And when no one claimed her after a while, we just made her the center’s mascot.  Her name is Chloe.”

Olive walked right up to Chloe and gave her a huge hug.  “Awwwww,” everyone said at the same time.

“I don’t know why someone did what they did, but I love you,” Olive said to Chloe.

“Thank you,” Chloe said and bowed her head.

“Ok guys, let’s go sign up for days and times,” Sandee said.

They went back to the front desk, Sandee filled out the paperwork and they went home with a bag of fliers and other papers.

“Mama, can we go this way?” Olive pointed to the back alley.

“But the car’s the other way,” Sandee said.

“I wanna see if something’s there,” she said and started to walk to the alley.

“Olive wait up,” Sandee said.

Olive ran to the alley and was happy to see Sam sitting in the same place as before. She ran up to him and jumped on his lap and gave him a lot of kisses.

“Olive!” he exclaimed in joy.

Sandee and the boys came running toward them.

“Mama, this is Sam,” Olive said.

Sam stood up and extended his hand.  They shook hands and he extended his hand to Fosse and Java as well.

“Sam this is Mama, Fosse and Java,” she said.

“Please call me Sandee, it’s nice to meet you,” Sandee said.

“Oh no, it’s very nice to meet all of you,” he said, “Olive told me a lot about her family when I made sure she got home safely the other night.”

“I, we all want to thank you for doing that,” Sandee said.

“Yep, thanks,” Java said.

Sandee looked at the spot where Sam was sitting and noticed Olive’s quilt there and smiled. Now she understood where her bedding went and why.

“Whaccha doing here?” Sam asked Olive.

“We’ve just signed up to volunteer at the homeless shelter,” Olive said.
“Really?” Sam asked in astonishment.

“I have a feeling it had everything to do with you,” Sandee said to him softly.

She noticed several tears fall down his cheek.  “And thank you so much for making sure she got home safely.”

“No problem,” he said, “no stranger has ever been even a little nice to me on the street here.  It shows me that there are still good people out there.  And pugs.”

“How did you become homeless?” Fosse asked.

“Now Fosse, that’s none of our business,” Sandee said.

“No it’s ok,” Sam started, “to many people don’t care to ask or even stop and talk to me.  I was in the Army for a long time and when I came home, I tried to get a job. Besides training me on fighting in the field, I trained to fix cars and other things. I got a job at a big car company for a while and then let me go because they hired younger people to pay them less and fired all the older people.  I couldn’t find another job, couldn’t pay my rest then my car got taken away.”

“What about your family?” Olive asked.

“My parents passed away a while ago and the rest of them live in different states,” Sam said, “I don’t really know them well enough to call and ask for help.”

“How come you’re sleeping out here?” Java asked.

“I guess I’m to embarrassed to ask for help,” Sam said, “wow, no one’s ever asked me and I’ve never thought about it.”

Olive got real close to Sam and hugged him around the neck, “will you please go in the shelter and eat and sleep?”

“Sure,” he said looking at the pleading look in here eyes.

Sam gathered up his quilt and a few other belongings and headed to the shelter and Sandee took everyone home.

The week went to slow for Olive; they signed up to do a walk around on the weekend. A walk around is where people from the shelter, in a group, go around downtown and pass out food to people who don’t go to the shelter.  Fruit and muffins and bagels get donated from many places to help feed people.  Saturday morning came and Sandee got up at 6am to get Olive and the boys up to get to the shelter by 7am.  Olive was up quick and perky; the boys were sluggish and a challenge to get going.  She went into the kitchen right away and started coffee for Mama.  She didn’t know how to cook so she grabbed muffins from the bottom cupboard and put them on the table.  Sandee came out of the bathroom to smell coffee in the air.  She looked in the bedroom to see Rob still sleeping.  Then she thought she was imagining things.  When she got to the kitchen, she saw a full pot of coffee and the box of muffins on the table.

“Come on Mama, eat and let’s go,” Olive said as she ran in the kitchen to grab the water bowl from the floor.

Sandee poured herself a cup of coffee and giggled.  She’s never seen Olive this excited about anything.

“HEY!” Fosse and Java screamed, “THAT’S COLD.”

“GET UP!” Olive demanded.

Sandee laughed out-loud, “nice work Olive.”

Olive walked back into the kitchen quite proud of what she had just done.  Looked up at Mama and smiled.

“Very nice baby girl,” Sandee said and smiled.

Java and Fosse came to the kitchen drying themselves off.

“Will you fill this up Mama?” Olive asked as she gave the empty water bowl to her.

“Ok, ok, we’re moving,” Fosse said and him and Java sprinted back to their room to get dressed for the day.

“I wasn’t gonna do it again, just thirsty,” Olive said.

“That was funny,” Sandee said.

They got to the shelter and everyone was still sleeping in the bed area.  They went to the kitchen and started helping with breakfast cooking and set up.  It was buffet style food and they helped dish out portions of food.  Men, women, and children came through the line.  They got a choice of hot oatmeal or cold cereal, juice, milk, and a piece of fruit.

“Hi there,” Olive would say, “good morning.  I hope this helps.”

She always had a smile and wouldn’t get one back at times.  Mostly people would smile out of gratefulness of people volunteering and the food they were serving.

“Mama, puppies!” a young voice scream in happiness.

A little girl came running over overjoyed.

“Madison, Madison,” her mother yelled as she ran after her, “no sweetie, you can’t just try to pick up the puppies without asking.”

Madison was trying to pick up and hug Olive and almost falling over.

“Whoa,” Olive said and giggled.

“I’m so sorry, she gets so excited when she sees animals,” Fran said to Sandee, “my name’s Fran.  Maddy, put the puppy down gently.”

“That’s ok, I understand the excitement.” Sandee said and they shook hands, “I’m Sandee; this is Olive, Fosse and Java.  Olive gets that way about things too.”

Madison started petting Java and Java wouldn’t stop licking her.

“Your kisses tickle,” Madison said.

“Java, not so much,” Sandee said, “he loves to lick and lick and lick.  He loves kids.”

They continued to serve food until it was out; everyone in the shelter got fed, including all volunteers.

“Thank you so much for coming at this time,”  Gavin said, “I’m Gavin and I’m in charge of the food donations, prepping and cooking.  No one wants to get up and come here this early.”

“You’re welcome, glad to help,” Sandee said and looked at the drowsy Fosse and Java, “come on troops, let’s go home for a nap.”

“Will we see you again?” Gavin asked.

“Yes, why do you ask?” Sandee asked.

“Many people will volunteer one time and then we don’t’ see them again,” Gavin said.

“Nope, we will be back again later this week,” Sandee said.

They piled into the car and went home.

As soon as they walked into the house, Java and Fosse flopped on the couch and fell asleep right away.  Sandee and Olive sat in comfy chairs and rested. They thought about what they had just done and felt good about it.

“Next time, we’ll ask the boys if they want to help, ok?” Sandee said to Olive.

“Fair enough,” Olive said, “maybe we do some stuff in the afternoon or dinner time.”

Rob got home from work later that afternoon and Olive talked his ear off about volunteering at the shelter.  A few days later, just Sandee and Olive went to the shelter. They were given cleaning projects and re-organizing in the much neglected basement. For years the huge area was used as a storage area and dumping place for things they thought they might use sometime.

Rosie, Sandee and Olive headed downstairs to start moving and boxing things up and see what they could come up with for organizing.

“Man, this place looks like a huge garage sale,” Olive said as she sniffed around.

Rosie stopped in her tracks and thought for a moment, “that’s it!” she hollered out.  “Olive, you’re brilliant!”

“Um, ok, what’d I say?” she asked.

“For a long time, I’ve tried to come up with an idea to put some organization to this room, get rid of some stuff and raise money while having fun,” Rosie said, “we’ve been so short staffed and volunteers don’t commit for very long.  We’ll have a huge garage sale.”

She picked up Olive, held her tight, spun in a circle, hugged and kissed her.

“Olive will you…”Rose started to say.

“We would love to help you with it,” Sandee interrupted, “I love going to garage sales and I love organizing things.”

“She does, it’s kinda weird,” Olive said.

“No that’s perfect,” Rosie started, “then she would know the smartest way to set it up. So it’s easy shopping and the best way to make it wheelchair accessible.”

They started by putting things in categories, then sorting it out by size and tossing the things out they actually didn’t want.  When they got down to the nitty, gritty, they decided to have it in the back parking lot of the shelter; that was the only place big enough to have it.  They chose a day and put up the circus tent like thing they had in cased in rained.  They had fun making fliers and posting them all around town and just outside of town.  The day came quickly and a lot of people showed up.  Sandee, Olive and the boys were on hand and so were all of the staff and many other volunteers.  The sale was for three days and was very successful.  There wasn’t much left and Rosie was stumped on what to do with it.

“Hey, why don’t we donate it to a homeless shelter,” Olive joked.  Everyone moaned.

“Let’s just take it back down to the basement and maybe we’ll think of new ways to re-use it,” Rosie said.

When everyone started taking the rest to the basement, there was a long table set up with a lot of large pizza, bottles of pop, chips, dip, plates, and napkins.

“Wow, thank you, oh my gosh,” people said randomly.

“This is just one way of me to say thank you so much for putting so much work into this,” Rose said, “the biggest thank you goes to Olive for the idea and excitement to start.”

Everyone clapped loudly.

“Well thank you,” Olive said and bowed, “ok, let’s eat.”

Everyone ate, talked and had a great time.  After most everyone left, the rest of the staff cleaned up and went home as well.  Just as Sandee and the pugs were leaving, Olive noticed Sam walking into the building. She ran up to him and jumped into his arms.  She wrapped her front legs around his neck and he held her.

“I’m so happy to see you,” Olive said.

“Wow, well thanks,” he said, “I’m happy to see you too.”

“Hi Sam,” Sandee, Fosse and Java said.

“Hi,” he said.

“So what’s up?” Olive asked.

“Well, I thought about what you said and decided to suck it up and came here for help,” Sam said.

Olive gave him a huge lick on the cheek, “I’m so proud of you.”

Sam put Olive down and went to sign in.  They went home and flopped on the couch.

Sandee and Olive continued to volunteer every other week.  Java and Fosse would come once in a while separately or together.   Olive loved helping people and Sandee loved to see how much Olive got out of it.  One day as Olive got out of the car in the back parking lot, she heard whining.  She didn’t like the way it sounded so she followed it.

“Olive, where are you going?” Sandee asked.

“Mama, do you hear that?” Olive asked.

Sandee listened and heard it.  “That doesn’t sound good,” she said, “come on, let’s find it.”

Olive had great hearing, so she knew better where to follow the sound to.  Sandee followed and they went down the alley two blocks and into an empty building.  In the far corner of the main floor was a bundle of grey Pitbull puppies; five of them with no mother in sight.  The empty building was very echoy and their whining traveled easily.

“Oh no,” Olive said and it sounded like she hollered, “wow that’s loud.”

They ran over to the puppies and looked around for any sign of their mother.

“Olive, let’s stay here for a while, and see if their mama shows up,” Sandee whispered, “but let’s sit in the far corner so we don’t scare the mother or make her mad when she comes back.”

Olive nodded in agreement.  They found some ripped up cardboard, brushed it off and sat on it for a long while.  No sign of a mother and it was starting to get dark.  They walked up to the puppies again, very carefully, and Sandee scooped them up and carried them to the shelter.

“Mama, why do you think they were there without their mama?” Olive asked.

“I don’t know sweetie, maybe someone left them there,” Sandee said, “or they are strays and got separated from their mama.”

“What?!” Olive said sounding horrified.

“Yep, I think they might be homeless as well,” Sandee said.

Olive started to cry and it grew worse and worse.  At one point she was hysterical.  Sandee sat on the floor in the shelter with the puppies on her lap.  She thought of a way to help Olive calm down.

“Olive, breathe honey,” Sandee suggested, “why don’t you lie down.”

Sandee noticed the puppies where getting sleepy.  Kimba, the evening receptionist noticed what was going on and motioned Sandee to follow her.  They went to a small room that had a furry carpet and some pillows on the floor.

“Come lay down here Olive,” Sandee said.

Olive laid down and Sandee nuzzled the puppies around her. In an instant, they all feel asleep.  The puppies seems to cuddle closer to Olive.  One of them woke for a moment and sniffed Olive and fell asleep again.  After checking with the receptionist if it was ok if they stayed until morning, she called Rob to let him know what they were doing.

When morning came, Olive woke up and noticed she wasn’t at home. In a quick panic, she looked around to see if Mama was there.

“Good morning, mama,” Sandee said with a smile on her face.

Olive looked around her to see all the puppies around her.

“Awwwwwwwwwww,” she said and at that sound, the puppies woke up and started barking, “oh no, shhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

“It’s ok, we got put in a very back room and the door is closed,” Sandee said, “they let us stay here last night because I had an arm full of Pitbull and it was to late to go anywhere for them.”

There was scratching at the door.  Sandee opened the door and it was Chloe.  She sniffed around and was instantly drawn to the puppies.  They rallied around her and she started licking them.

“Good morning,” Roxanne, a staff member, said.

“Morning,” Olive and Sandee said.

“I brought breakfast for everyone,” she said and had cereal for Sandee, dog food for Olive and bottles of milk for the puppies.

Sandee, Olive and Roxanne fed the puppies, then they ate.

“Are you going to keep the puppies?” Roxanne asked Sandee.

“Oh I wish,” Sandee started, “I can’t, Olive’s got two brother’s at home. My husband would put me in the dog house if I did anyway. Why?”

“Well, I have a good friend coming to the shelter here to take the puppies, if you weren’t going to,” she said, “but if you were, he wouldn’t take them.”

“Wow, that’s very cool and generous of him,” Sandee said.

“Cesar not only loves Pitbull’s, but he trains them to be service dogs for people with disabilities,” she said, “and this is the perfect age to start that.  So everyone wins.”

“Yea!” Olive and Sandee said.

“I think Chloe is already attached to them,” Sandee said as they all watched her nuzzle and play with the puppies.

“I’ve got to get back to work,” Roxanne said.

“Thanks for everything,” Sandee said, “we will stay here until Cesar comes.”


Cesar got there and Sandee and Olive helped take the puppies to his van.  As they walked by the sleeping area, Olive saw Sam laying on a bed, without the quilt he once had.  After they went back inside, she went up to Sam.

“Oh no, what happened to your quilt?” she asked.

“Someone stole it while I was sleeping the other night,” he said, “I walked around for hours that day to see who could have taken it and no luck. I was so mad.”

“Well now I’m mad too,” Olive said sternly.

Sam thought she was mad at him and he started to cry at the thought of her disappointment in him.

“I’d like to find that person and tell them it was bad to take my friend’s quilt and give it back!” she said, “I’m so pugging mad.”

Sam sighed in relief.

“Come on Olive,” Sandee said loud enough of her to hear, “hi Sam.”

They waved to each other, Olive hugged Sam and went home.

Olive went to bed that night upset.  As she slept, she dreamt of blankets floating through the air, over the city.  Many people in the city, sleeping on the streets and when the right blanket found their person, it fell on them and warmed them through the night.  Olive woke up in the middle of the night and said out loud, “a blanket for everybody.”

Rob was making breakfast while Sandee was in the shower and Olive was at his heels.

“Papa, how much money do we have?” she asked.

“Enough, why?” he asked.

“Do we have enough to buy every homeless person a blanket?” she asked.

“Oh no baby, that’s a lot of blankets to buy,” he said.

She stuck out her bottom lip and started sulking.

“Now don’t trip on that bottom lip when you walk,” Sandee said and giggled.

She remembered that the shelter made money from the garage sale and she would ask Rosie.

The next day, Olive anxiously got to the shelter and looked for Rosie.  She was in her office and at her desk doing paperwork.

“Whaccha doing?” Olive asked.

“Going over what money we made at the garage sale, hours we have for employees, our finances, and trying to come up with money making ideas,” Rosie said.

“Did we make enough money to buy some blankets for people show need them?” Olive asked.

“Sure, we could hit as many second hand stores in the area,” Rosie said.

“Can we buy enough for all homeless people?” Olive asked hopeful.

“Oh my gosh no, that’s a lot of blankets, we can’t buy that many,” Rosie said.

“Oh,” Olive said disappointed, “is there a way to do that?”

Rosie stopped her paperwork, sat and thought for several minuets. Her face lit up like a light bulb went off over her head.

“A blanket for every body,” Rosie and Olive said at the same time.

“We are going to have a fundraiser, are you with me?” Rosie asked.

“I don’t know what that is but ok,” Olive said, “oh, oh, oh, my Mama loves to plan stuff and do stuff like that.”

“Ok, I’ll talk to her,” Rosie said, “want to know how we’re going to get lots of blankets?”

Olive shook her head so hard she almost fell off her chair.

“Give people a choice of cover cost of money or a blanket that’s in good shape or new,” Rosie said.

“Cool!” Olive said and howled with happiness.

Rosie called Sandee and they talked about getting together to talk about ideas for entertainment, food, where to get donations, day, time, and place.  Sam was walking by Rosie’s office and heard the phone call.  After Rosie hung up the phone, Sam stepped into her office.

“Hello, I don’t mean to intrude or be rude, but can I help with the fundraiser?” Sam asked.

“Of course Sam, thank you for volunteering,” Rose said with delight, “we’ll need your strength and fix-it skills to put this together.”

Olive went up to Sam and hugged his legs.

“It’s this one here that’s gotten me off the sidewalk to do something and I need to help with this since I hear what you’re doing,” he said.

“Why? What is it about this?” she asked.

Sam sat down and told Rosie the whole story of what Olive did for him and how she and her family have helped make a difference in his life now.  He was included in the planning process and things went forward from there.

“Ok, so what kind of fundraiser should we have?” Rosie asked.

It was quiet for a little while, while they thought of ideas.

“Well we have to have something where people will want to come,” Rosie said.

“Like entertainment stuff,” Olive said.

“Do you sing or anything?” Sam asked Olive.

“Um, no, but I howl good,” Olive said and giggled.

“What about a talent show?” Rosie asked.

“How many people do you know have talent to show?” Sam asked.

“Not many, but we could put up a sign for people to sign up and they we put it together from there,” Rosie said.

“That’s awesome!” Olive said excitedly, “ok we have to pick a date for the fundraise and have people sign up several weeks before that.”
“But where do we do this?” Sam asked.

“Wow, this is alot of stuff do to,” Rose said.

“Ok, I’ll tell my mama about this and she’s a wizard about organizing and putting stuff together,” Olive said and left.

Olive got home and her and Sandee got to work.  After the made lists and posters about talent auditions, Sandee got on the phone to call around for places they could have the fundraiser at. She found a place that was willing to donate the space; it wasn’t to far from the homeless shelter. She started contacting local community colleges and a few high schools to talk to the culinary department and cooking classes to see about any of them volunteering to cater the event.  While she did all the bigger things, Olive got busy with drawing and making banners and more signs for it, since they had a place and date.

Audition sign-up sheet was up at the homeless shelter and it was filled.  There was so much excitement and attention that it was decided to just have everyone perform; that way, there was enough entertainment to last the entire evening.  Everyone was contacted and talked to about the rules of performing; no swearing, making fun of or bad talking about anyone.  The buzz was out because the phone wouldn’t stop ringing some days with people wanting to know more.  A phone call came in 1 1/2 weeks before the fundraiser from the local newspaper. No one was sure how they got word, but didn’t matter; this was best way to get the word out to a larger audience.  The next day, Poppy, one of the newspaper’s best reporters came to the shelter.

“Hi, my name is Poppy and I’m here to interview Rosie,” Poppy said as she walked toward the front desk.

“I’m Rosie,” she said and stood up from behind the desk and they shook hands.

“I’m here from the Gazette to do a feature story on the up coming fundraiser,” she said, “in my research, there’s never been anything done here and my editor and I think this is worth attention.”

“Wow,” she said and tears filled her eyes, “how did you know about this?”

“My editor gave it to me and never said where he got it from,” Poppy said, “so tell me about the fundraiser and where it all came from.”

‘Well, I can’t do that without Olive,” she said, “she’s the one who started it and pushed to make it happen.”

“That’s great, when can I talk to her?” she asked.

“This is great timing,” Rosie said as she noticed Olive and Sandee walking in the door, “Poppy, this is Olive and Sandee.”

“Hi, it’s really nice to meet you,” Poppy said and shook Sandees’ hand and bent down to shake Olive’s paw.

“Guys, this is the reporter from the Gazette who wants to do an article on the fundraiser,” she said, “she’d like to talk to Olive.”

“Ok, but only if mama can sit with us,” Olive said.

They all went to the café area, sat and Rosie made them drinks.

“Olive, what made you want to do this?” Poppy asked.

“Well, I saw this guy laying outside with no blanket,” she started, “mama told me he was homeless and probably didn’t have enough money for a blanket.  That made me sad. Then I found out about dogs and stuff being homeless too, and that made me more sad. I asked mama if we could buy all the homeless people blankets and stuff. And then she took us to a homeless shelter to volunteer.”

“Whew, you said a mouthful,” Poppy said as she franticly took notes.

“I don’t have anything in my mouth, see,” Olive said and opened her mouth wide.

“You are funny,” Poppy said and laughed.

“It means you said a lot of things baby,” Sandee said and smiled.

“Have you seen this man again?” she asked.

“Why sure, he’s my friend now,” she said, “Sam are you in here?!”

Rosie brought some drinks and cookies to the table.

“Is Sam here,” Olive asked Rosie.

Just as Rose was about to answer, Sam came in the back door and down the hall toward them.

“Sam, come over here,” Olive said out-loud, “Sam, this is Poppy and she’s doing an article for the paper about the raiser.”

“Sam, it’s very nice to meet you,” she said and shook his hand, “could I ask you some questions for the article?”

“Sure,” he said and sat down.

All of them sat there for a few hours while Poppy took pages and pages of notes.  Sam told her about his time in the service and how tough it’s been trying to get work and supporting himself. And then the painful part of how lost everything and became homeless.

“Tell me about the fundraiser,” Poppy said.

“Well, it’s gonna be a ton of fun,” Olive said, “singing and dancing to watch and snacks to eat.”

“The cover is either 10 dollars or a blanket,” Sandee added.

“That’s outstanding!” Poppy exclaimed, “I can’t wait to bring this to my editor and tell him all about it.”

She sat silent for a moment, deep in thought.

“I’d like to bring a photographer here tomorrow and get photos of everyone and the place,” she said, “is this ok with everyone?”

Everyone agreed.

“This will be my next front page story as well,” she said.

Everyone was so excited; especially Rosie. Finally, the shelter would get the attention needed to do more for all those in need.

“I will also get the attention of every pet store and see what the response is from them to you,” she said, “thank you so much for your time.  I will be in contact with all of you tomorrow about photos.  I’m going to put a rush on this at the paper so everyone can read this a couple of days before the event.”

Poppy finished her drink, grabbed all her things and left.

Poppy and the photographer came by the next day and took a ton of pictures. A few days later the article came out and it was a buzz.  Business’s started calling and donating items to help out.  More people called asking questions about the event and volunteering to help.  The phone never stopped ringing and excitement kept building.  Rose found a church that volunteered it’s basement to hold the event and the room was huge.  Everyone was there a few days before the fundraiser to clean what needed to be cleaned, set up the tables and chairs and prep anything else.

The day of the fundraiser came and everyone was super busy.  All the volunteers came to the church early to get the snacks and drinks ready, set up the stage area and the ticket table.  People started lining up outside the door two hours before it started.  Many of them brought their dogs.  The local news was there covering it for the 7:00 broadcast and reporters from several newspapers were there as well.

“Oh my pugness,” Olive exclaimed as she peeked her head out the door at the line, “are we ready?”

She opened the door and people started pouring in with blankets and quilts to donate and money as well.  The room filled up quick and some people had to either sit on the floor or just stand.  Volunteers kept running back and forth to a designated room for blankets several times; and the donations just kept coming through-out the night.

“Wow and welcome to our first Blanket For Everybody fundraiser,” Rosie said into a mic that was in the center of the stage area, “I want to thank everyone for coming and donating, all the newspapers and TV, and to all the volunteers; but especially to the one pugtastic little lady that started all this, Olive.”

Everyone clapped loudly and hooted as she came up to the mic.

“Thank you Rosie,” she said, “and everyone.  This was all because of my friend Sam. He’s to shy to come up here, so let’s just start the fun.”

The entertainment started and Olive went around the talk to all the dogs. There was singing, rapping, jokes, dancing and skits performed.  People laughed and some cried at times.  Everyone was having such a great time.  Even as time went by, people kept coming in with money and/or blanket donations.

At one point, later that night, Olive could be found asleep in Sandee’s or Rob’s arms as they stayed until the end and just carried her.  One of the volunteers sectioned off a corner toward the back of the room and laid pillows on the floor for any sleepy dog.  She sat there all night to keep watch over whoever came.  There were bowls of water and treats there.

The fun went on until very late.  It finally ended, the place was cleaned and everyone went home; except Sam who took a few blankets to people he knew where homeless in the near area.  A few other people, who weren’t wore out, did the same.


A Traditional Un-Traditional Thanksgiving

The kids were busy and noisy in the kitchen getting their Thanksgiving dinner ready for their families this year.

“What in the world are you doing?” Scott asked Todd who was fixing the turkey and stuffing.

“Well, stuffing is on the inside of turkey, so I’m putting the bread between the turkey lunch meat,” Todd said very matter-of-fact.


Madeline laughed; she thought it was funny and has a big crush on Todd.  The adults were banned from the kitchen, but they looked on from the hallway.  They were in awe that all their kids insisted on making the dinner this year, their way.  They weren’t worried because the Lockners were down the street making the real dinner to make sure everyone ate; as much as they all agreed to eat what their kids made.

“Hey, no peaking!” they all protested at the same time.  Their parents all just chucked.

“Nurse, I need gloves!” Nathan joked, “Stat!”

Zoey and Madeline looked at Nathan very strange, “What language are you speaking?” Zoey asked.

“I don’t know, they say it on the TV doctor show,” he said, “so I guess it’s important. This green bean casserole is very important.”

Nathan poured a pound bag green jelly beans into a baking dish.  Then he got the tub of whip cream from the fridge, got the largest spoon from the drawer and globed the whip cream over the jelly beans. All the kids just stared at it with wide open eyes and mouth, “wow,” they all said in a whisper tone.


“Yep, it looks like what my mom makes,” Nathan said with pride.

Cassie pulled a chair over to the fridge, climbed on it and grabbed the potato chips from the top of the fridge.

“I’ll take care of the potato and gravy part,” she said.  Got off the chair, opened the fridge and pulled out French Onion dip.  Everyone just looked puzzled at her as she put it on the table.

“What?” Cassie started, “chips are made from potatoes like mashed are. And gravy covers that; dip covers chips.”

“Oh,” everyone said as their faces lit up.

Since everyone was familiar with the kitchen, they knew where to get bowls, plates, silver wear, and anything else needed for the dinner table.   Madeline followed Todd around the kitchen.

“What else can I do for you,” she asked him.

“Um, get the rolls, I guess,” Todd said and squirmed away from her.  She looked around and in cupboards to find rolls.


She went to the pantry, opened the door and the idea hit her on the head–literally. A bag of marshmallows fell off of the shelf on the inside of the door.

“They look like rolls,” she said studying them, “Ok, I got rolls.”

“They’re not the right color,” Todd said.

“Whadda mean?” Madeline asked.

“The ones I eat are kinda brown,” Todd said. “What about putting them in the toaster?” she asked.

“No, messy,” he said, “they’ll be ok like that I guess.”  She took three out for each place setting while gazing at Todd.

As their parents quietly peaked in, they proudly watched each of the kids busy themselves making Thanksgiving dinner.  Salad bowls were filled with salad from a bag for the vegetable.  Each kid had a job or two to do for each person’s plate.  The turkey and stuffing sat in the center of each plate; the green bean casserole dish was put on the table with a big spoon in it; rolls were on the small plate next to the salad.

“Ok, we have the mashed potato part, but we need those orange ones,” Cassie said.  Scott pulled a bag of circus peanuts out of his backpack. “Got it covered,” he said and dumped then into a bowl.

“Done,” Nathan said.

“Nope, one last thing,” Todd said.

He went into the pantry and came out with a can of cranberry sauce and set it on the table.

“Are you serious?” Scott said in disgust.

“Should we open it?” Madeline asked with fear in her voice.

“No,” Todd said.  “Then why did you get it?” Nathan asked.

“Well, it’s always on the table and I see some people eat it,” Todd said, “I just thought it should be on ours to make it real.”  Everyone laughed loudly.   “What’s going on in there?” a parent asked. ‘

“Dinner is served,” Nathan announced.  All the parents walked into the kitchen and just studied the table.

“What’s on the menu?” a parent asked trying to figure out what was what.

As the kids gave a run-down of their menu, the Lockner’s came in the back door and started setting up the turkey and fixings in the dinning room.

“So who wants the first serving?” Cassie asked, “Dad?”

“Ok, I’ll have a little of what you made,” he said holding back his giggle, “but don’t give us to much. It looks like you only made enough for you kids.”

“Oh don’t worry,” she said, “the dishes are deeper than they look.”  “There’s a lot to share,” Madeline added.

Each parent got a plate of a sample of everything.

“We are so proud of each of you,” a parent said. All the other parents agreed out loud.

“Since you were so generous to share your meal with us,” Mr. Lockner started, “we’d like to share some of our meal with all of  you, if you’d like.”

The kids walked into the dinning room to see a long table filled with a traditional Thanksgiving meal. Everyone sat at their tables with two plates filled with food to share from each Thanksgiving.

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Magic Cookie Ride

The house smelled of cookies as Steven played in his room.  “Ooooo, chocolate chip cookies, my favorite,” he said as he took in a deep breath and headed to the kitchen. As he went through the house, the smell got stronger and almost knocked him off his feet.

“Oh mom,  yummy,” Steven said as he licked his lips.

“Go on and get yourself some milk,” Mom said.

She put a plate of hot chocolate chip cookies on the table and an empty plate for him.  He sat and studied that pile of cookies.  Which one do I choose he thought.  He looked from every angle, rotated the plate around a few times before choosing. His mom just giggled at watching her son.  After much thought he spotted the one.  He carefully removed it from the pile, since it was under some other smaller ones and gently put it on his plate.   His eyes got as big as the plate and he grabbed it with both hands so it wouldn’t break.

“Mom, you make the bestest cookies,” Steven said with a huge smile.

“Well, thank you Steven,” she replied. “These are special cookies, just for you.”


As he took a bite, he could taste every dark and milk chocolate chip in the cookie.  He closed his eyes and more chocolate taste exploded in his mouth.  He kept eating and all of the sudden it was very quiet.  He opened his eyes and he was in an empty house.

“Oh my gosh, where am I?” Steven asked himself and tried to figure out what was going on.

He was wearing a detective coat over his clothes, a magnifying glass and flashlight in his hands.  The house was dark so he turned his flashlight on and started to walk around.  He heard rustling around in the back room.  He carefully approached it being as quiet as possible.  As he got closer to the closed door, the sound got louder.  It sounded like a baby crying.

“Oh no,” Steven said under his breath, “a baby is scared or in trouble.”

With as much courage as he had, he slowly opened the door. The old door squeaked a little and the crying stopped.  He looked around the room with his flashlight, hoping nothing would jump out at him. He walked around peeking at everything he could trying to find where the baby was.  He stood still for a few moments and the crying started again. It was coming from the corner.  Steven looked and there wasn’t a crib or anything, just a box with a blanket over it on the floor.  The sound came from there.  He looked under the blanket and there was a litter of tiny kittens crying. The mother wasn’t with them.

“Oh baby kitty, are you scared or hungry?” Steven asked as he gently pet the very soft and furry kittens. “Where’s your mother I wonder. I must find her for you.”

Steven started searching through the house in every room and every corner.  He walked very quietly so he wouldn’t scare the cat or anything else in the house. He listened very hard for the sound of a cat. The house was very old and falling apart; as he walked toward the kitchen, the floor under him was weak and it broken sending Steven falling into the basement.  “Ouch,” Steven blurted out.  His magnifying glass and flashlight flew out of his hand as he hit the floor.  He landed on a pile of old clothes and newspaper so he had some cushioning to soften the fall.  A loud meow came from somewhere in the basement and Steven had to find the cat it was coming from.

“Here kitty, kitty, kitty,” Steven called out.  The mewing turned into what sounded like crying.  “Oh no,” Steven gasped. “She must be hurt.”

He crawled around the dirt and stuff on the floor.  He came to the wall and heard the sound from behind it.  He pointed his flashlight on the wall and noticed a small opening he thought he’d crawl through. It wasn’t quite big enough to him to fit through without tearing his clothes, but he didn’t care; he had a mission to complete.  He only fit half-way through the hole but enough to stretch really long and reach the cat.  She hesitated but Steven started to mew and purr to coax her.  He grabbed the cat and on his way out of the hole, scratched his face on the wood. It started to bleed but he had to get mama kitty back to her babies. He shined his flashlight around the basement to see where the stairs were to upstairs.  He saw it, but it had boxes all over it. He carefully kicked the boxes out of the way, while holding on to the cat gently and securely. He made it upstairs and back to the kitten.  There was a lot of mewing and purring. All was well.  CRASH!  He heard it come from the very top floor.  Steven was on the job and had to continue.

“Oh, I’m sorry if I scared you honey,” Abigail said as she picked up dishes off the floor.

Steven abruptly opened his eyes to find he was back at home in the kitchen with an empty plate in front of him.

“Mom, you wouldn’t believe what I just did!” Steven said excitedly with eyes wide open.  “What honey?” Abigail asked.

“I was a detective and saved a mom cat from being away from her babies,” Steven said.

“Ok,” his mom said unconvincingly and walked into the other room.

“No, I’m serious,” Steven said. “Magic cookie,” he said to himself.

Several days went by and no cookies.  Steven kept asking but his mom said she was to busy and to many cookies were bad for him.  “If I make them only once in a while, it makes them more special and you look forward to them that much more,” Abigail explained.  This made Steven even more excited for his magic cookie and his next adventure.  He went out to play and she decided to make cookies.  She made peanut butter, snickerdoodle, oatmeal raisin, and chocolate chip; this time she put walnuts in the chocolate chip cookies.  Steven came running into the house at full speed.  “You did it!” he rejoiced.  He sat anxiously at the table, trying to catch his breath.  Abigail put a large plate of cookies on the table. He ate a oatmeal raisin and nothing happened.  He tried a snickerdoodle  and nothing happened. Steven studied them figuring out which were chocolate chip.  He picked one out and noticed the walnuts in them.  He pulled every chocolate chip cookie out and noticed they all had walnuts in them.  He turned his nose up at them and looked sadly at his mom.

“Mom, where are all the chocolate chip ones?” Steven asked.

“In front of you,” she said.

“No, these have nuts in them,” he said. “They can’t have nuts in them.”

Abigail gave him a very confused look.  “But why can’t they?” she asked.

“They, they just can’t,” Steven stated.  “It won’t be the same.”  ‘

“Honey, at least give those a try,” she pleaded. “If you don’t like them, I will make you just chocolate chip ones.”

“Um, ok,” he said heavily.

He was worried that no other cookie would ever do it and if he couldn’t have chocolate chip, no more magic cookie.  He closed his eyes and took a small bite of the walnut chocolate chip.  A rustic taste exploded in his mouth.  He was pleasantly surprised and took bigger bites. It got really warm and he opened his eyes to find himself holding a rope and trying to lasso a horse. “Ye ha!” someone yelled.  The day was bright and the ranch was busy. With cowboys and cowgirls herding cattle and gathering the ponies.

“Come on Steve,” a fellow cowboy said as he rode up on his horse. “Get yer horse, saddle up and let’s get them cows that got loose,” he continued as he rode off.

“Oh, oh yea, that’s me,” Steven said to himself.  He looked at how many horses there were and thought oh no, which one is mine.  “Come on now lady,” he yelled hoping his horse would come over. A big black horse came galloping over and stopped right in front of him.  She bowed her head and he hopped on. “Giddy-up girl,” he hollered and went the same was as the other cowboy.

“Tell Curtis we’ll be on our way to help,” yelled another cowboy on the ranch.

“Alright,” Steven yelled.

Steven quickly got to the area of trouble where the cows were wandering randomly away from the herd. Curtis was dashing back and forth on horse rounding up the loose cattle on one end.  Some of the herding dogs followed Steven and started to help. They barked at the cows trying to wander off.

“Curtis, what can I do?” Steven hollered.

“One cow and her calf wandered off that way,” Curtis said and pointed what way.  “Get them before they get to the river. It’ll wash them away.”

Steven nodded and went after the cows.   As he got closer to where the cows were he heard the rushing of the river.  He saw them in the distance and it looked like they were trying to cross the river.  The calf’s hoof touched the water and the speed of it grabbed it and took it under. The mother cow started mooing loudly, as a cry for help.  Steven jumped off his horse and into the water without thinking about the danger that could happen.  The waves and undertow were taking them both quickly downstream.  To where, Steven didn’t know.  He swam with the current and grabbed a hold of the calf, who kept getting pulled under water.  He tried desperately to keep both of their heads above water; but he kept the calf’s head up more than his. He has this incredible ability to hold his breath for a long time.  He looked all around for a branch or log to grab onto . The calf kept whining and Steven tried to keep it as calm as he could; along with himself.   He saw a branch to grab onto so he grabbed with all his strength and held on for dear life.  As soon as he grabbed it felt like his shoulder popped or broke, but he didn’t let go.  He never let go of the branch or the calf and soon he could hear people and horses coming to their rescue.

“Hang on Steve, we’re here to help,” a cowboy yelled.

“Reach out as far as you can,” yelled someone.

“Don’t take me, take the calf first,” Steven yelled. “I can hold on better.”

Each person grabbed each others wrist and locked hands and made a human rope.  The person closest to Steven scooped up the calf and each person pulled the other one in and onto land.  They quickly did the same thing to grab Steven.

“Grab my waist if you can,” Steven hollered over the loud river,”I think my shoulder is broken.”   They carefully grabbed Steven, pulled him to land and got him on horseback to the ranch hospital.  The nurse looked Steven over,

“Yep, your shoulder is definitely out of place.”

“What’s next?” Steven asked.

“We’re gonna set it back in place and then you have to rest for several week,” the nurse said, “no work.”

“But the…” Steven started.

“No work,” the nurse interrupted.

She gave him a shot of something that put him to sleep immediately.   A while later, he opened his eyes to find him back at home and lying on the floor.

“Steven, what are you doing on the floor?” Abigail asked as she giggled.

“I was at the hospital because my shoulder was hurt,” Steven started excitedly. “And I saved a baby horse and was a cowboy on a ranch.”

“Wow, that is some story,” Abigail said.

“NO mom, it really happened,” he exclaimed. “It’s all because of the magic cookie.”  He ran to his room and closed the door.

It was summertime so Steven had no school.  He went to his grandmother’s for a visit for several weeks.  Steven sat in the living room and watched TV.

“Steven,” Lois called from the kitchen. “I’m going to make some cookies.  What kind do you like?”

He thought, could anyone else make the magic cookie other than his mom? He was skeptic but thought he’s give it a try.  “Um, chocolate chip,” he said.

“Would you like to help?” she asked.  He went into the kitchen and she had all the ingredients on the counter with all the necessary cups and bowls.

“Oh, I don’t know,” he said. “I’ve never done that before.”

“I will help teach you,” she encouraged.

“Ok,” he said and pulled up a chair to stand on.

As Lois measured the ingredients, she handed them to Steven and instructed him on what to do in what order. She also pointed to the cookbook that was propped up and explained what the directions meant.

“Two cups flour,” Lois said as she handed it to him.  He poured it in the bowl.  “One cup sugar,” she continued and more of the same went on.  “Now mix all those ingredients up,” she said and he did so.

“I am having so much fun grandma,” Steven said.

“Good,” a male voice said. Steven looked up to see a set in front of him, a crew of people around and all the lights and cameras you could imagine.  “Good shot people,” Gomer, Steven‘s assistant, said,”what scene is next Steve?”

All of the sudden he was sitting in a directors chair behind a camera.  He looked down at his clip board, “let’s go to the restaurant scene,” Steven said.

“Ok change the set and restaurant scene is next,” Gomer hollered.

Filming started and Steven figured out he was directing a comedy.  Fake laughter was feed into the scene for timing.  “Cut!” Steven said at one point in the scene. “You’re timing is off,” he continued as he talked to one of the actors. “Your entrance has to be on his second line, get it, or the joke doesn’t work.”  The actor paused and thought about it.

“That makes so much sense,” actor commented. “Now I see how important it is.”

“Alright, places again everyone,” Steven hollered.  “Let’s get it this time.  I have confidence.”

The scene started and this went on for the rest of the day.  “Ok people, that’s a wrap,” he said.  Everyone collected their things and went home.  He just slumped in his chair from tiredness.  “Good work,” Gomer said. “I’ve never seen tighter directing.”

“Thanks man,” Steven said. “I think this one might be an Oscar winner.”

“You say that about every movie dude,” Gomer said and laughed as he walked out.

“I know,” Steven said and laughed as well, “but I mean it this time.”

“Yea, you always say that too,” Gomer yelled from the distance.

Steven started laughing loudly and almost fell out of his chair.  “Steven, what’s so funny?” Lois asked.     He looked at her very seriously, “oh you wouldn’t understand,” he said.

She pulled out the cookies from the oven and the yummy chocolate chip smell filled the room.   Wow, he thought to himself, they really are magic cookies no matter where I am.

His mom picked him up after a long stay with grandma, went home and thought of other adventures he might experience with the next batch of the magic cookie.

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Henry is a new kid in a new high school. Being in a wheelchair and having a Mohawk, he turns heads and starts conversations in so many ways. The underdog that he is, punks everyone by joining the wrestling team and proving once again not to judge a book by it’s cover. Henry, along with a few other of his peers, learn more about who they are and what real friendship is. If you are a fan of John Hughes movies of the 1980’s, then this story is for you.

This book is dedicated to Henry Rollins.  The lead character was inspired by him. To buy this and read it, it’s only 99 cents here:

This is the first in my series of teen novels.

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Oh French Fry, you poor little guy.

What it must be like to be crisp and dry.

You started from scratch; picked from potato patch.

Then thrown in a bin and stripped of yer skin.

Your naked body cut, into pieces separate.

Then thrown into a pot; WOO that grease is hot.

There you lay to rest; taken out for the final test.

Finally you are done; now you are eaten for fun.

But isn’t he cute?

In his golden yellow suit.

How I love to save this fry; he’s the cutest little guy.

I think I’ll marry him and name him Jim.





My spoon goes stir and loopity loop.

I’m mixin and fixin some ice cream soup.

Vanilla and chocolate, the flavors swirl.

Try it, it’s fun, give it a whirl.

Zoup of soup, ice cream fun.

If I could, I’d eat a ton.

My tummy would ach and I might scream.

But, I’d be ok if you’d add whip cream.

Oh no, I’m getting kinda weary.

You gotta save me by adding a cherry.

The sound I love, it crinkles and crinkles.

Only if you add some sprinkles.

I’d stir and stir and chew and chew.

You might say it’s a scrumptious witches brew.

Lions and Tigers would loopty loup.

In my stupendous ice cream soup.




If I were Spam, I’d run as fast as I can.

From the man with the fork and knife.





The fishes wishes they could whistle a tune.

The fishes wishes they could eat with a spoon.

The fishes wishes they could dance.

The fishes wishes they could wear pants.

The fishes wishes they could read a book.

The fishes wishes they knew how to cook.

The fishes wishes they could watch some TV.

The fishes wishes enough for you and me.

The fishes wishes all day and night.

The fishes wishes to the left and to the right.

The fishes wishes you would be their friend.

To the fishes wishes, there is no end.





“Found a peanut, found a peanut, found a peanut right now.”

“Hey I want half of that.”

“No, I found it.”

“And now I want half.”

“Don’t make me laugh.”

“Gimme, gimme, gimme.”

“Um, ok, here’s the shell.”





I have a funny feeling in my tummy.

Maybe it was something I ate.

I tried to burp it up, but couldn’t, so it’s not gas.

I tried to drowned it in a mess of ice cream; but that just brought a tummy ache.

I drank a lot of water; but all that brought was crossed legs and funny dancing.

It just wouldn’t go away; no matter what I did.

Well, I went to the hospital and saw more doctors than hair on my head.

Pinch, poke, breathe in, breathe out, say ahhhh, and la la la.

One test after another, I felt like I was in school.

It finally came to the final decision, the x-ray.

When they x-rayed me what they found was laughter.

I giggled, it went away and I felt better.





I like Fish, I like soup.

I would like some fishy soup.

Some green and purple gobbly goup.

I would like some fishy soup.





I like this hat, but that hat’s to fat.

It keeps falling off my head.

I like this wig, but the wig’s to big.

It keeps covering up my eyes.

Well, I’m glad my head has it’s own hair and the hair is staying there.

Right where it should be.





What is a Snee?

A Snee is me.

I can fit through a key hole.

I can swim in your cereal bowl.

I am blue and white and green all around.

I can jump up and down and not make a sound.

A Snee is a wonderful thing to be.

On bended knee, I’m still a Snee.

I am as small as a flea.

I feel happy and free, being a Snee.

A Snee, a Snee, a Snee.

“Bless you.”





My daddy sleeps all day on the couch.

I’m glad he does, otherwise, he’s a real grouch.





I have this zoo in a bag.

When I look inside, the animal all play tag.

I take it wherever I go.

My travel zoo in a bag.

When I shake it, the animals all zig and zag.

They are sweet to eat, even their toes on their feet.

They are my favorite treat.

My zoo in a bag can’t be beat.





Up and down, to and fro.

I am but a simple yo-yo.

You can play with me for hours.

Even when it rains or showers.

I am only one, but loads of fun.

And I can even fit in your pocket.





She comes around at night while I am asleep.

And no one ever sees her cuz she never makes a peep.

Every time I loose a tooth, I think it’s kind of funny.

Cuz, the very next day, I look under my pillow and instead of a tooth, there’s money.

Maybe if I lose all my teeth, I’ll be rich!





Let me tell you about a story of an old woman in a shoe.

No, that story’s been told, it just won’t do.

How about Goldilocks and the Three Bears.

Naw, that’s a story everyone hears.

Hey, I know, Little Red Riding Hood.

Do you believe a wolf like that?  I don’t think I would.

Yes, I got it!  Hansel and Gretel.

Forget it; who wants a story with a witch and kettle.

I would love to tell you a story, I really would; but all my ideas are no good.

A story of my own, that would be right.

But sorry, I don’t have one now; so until then, goodnight.

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