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"Mom was VERY Mean

(Me and Dewey and THAT RED DOG #20)

Mom went on vacation. WE DID NOT GET TO GO. We need vacation, too. Me and Red work very hard ALL THE TIME to keep everybody safe. Since we did not get to go, you don't have apicture of us to start. This is where Mom went. It is Badlands National Park or something like that. We think it is a good name, since Mom DID NOT TAKE US! Bad Park!

It is especially important now that it is garden time. Mom pays attention to the plants and to the seeds. She doesn't notice the dangerous birds and motorcycles that are all around. She even ignores those Squirrels!

There have even been noisy machines putting a new road thing on the alley in back of the house. Mom didn't care about that. Only about whether her plants thought it was too cold.

Did she make a house for Me and Red or even THAT OLD DOG DEWEY in the winter when it was really cold outside? No. But she makes houses for her plants so they can be warm and grow. I think that the reason that THAT OLD DOG DEWEY gets lost in the garden and can't get out, 'cept to walk through the fence, is 'cause he is jealous of the plants. I am glad that he sat on all the plants last year! So far, he has sat on a tomato plant, a lemon Basil plant, and two cucumber plants. GOOD DOG DEWEY.

Dewey is teaching Red how to go into the garden and eat the very, very good grass that grows in the garden. Mom got upset that Red knocked over a water-wall plant house that fell on the plant. She yelled. Mom got upset when THAT OLD DOG DEWEY sat on another plant. Dewey had no idea what he did wrong .Red had no idea what he did wrong! Eating grass is good for boy dogs. I am a girl dog and don't eat grass.

Anyway, Mom went on vacation and PUT US IN THE DOG JAIL .The floor was cold. She did not give us a warm blanket. We had to share the one the dog jail people had. I even let Red and THAT OLD DOG DEWEY use it - sometimes.

We waited, and we ate food. We got shots and ate food. We waited and ate food. We did this four times before Mom came back. We were so happy to see her that we all wanted to climb in her lap at the same time. Some time maybe a friend of Mom will take a picture so that you can see how Mom looks with 180 pounds of dog in her lap. She said "ooof."

Mom went to visit where she worked 26 years ago. It was Red Cloud Indian School in Pine Ridge, South Dakota. We live in North Dakota, so she went south a long time, stayed overnight 4 nights, and then came back north. Me and Red know the important directions! South is where the sun is in the winter time. I think she brought some more sun back with her. Maybe that is why she went on vacation, to find us seom more sun. I like to sit in the sun. Maybe she isn't as mean as I thought . . . no, she is.

Mom visited the school where she taught English in high school. Then she went to Hot Springs, South Dakota where she met new friends. Me and Red and THAT OLD DOG DEWEY did not make new friends. We had already met the dog jail people before. We heard the other dogs, but we did not make new friends.

Mom went to visit Mount Rushmore and saw stone heads. She visited Crazy Horse Mountain and saw an even bigger stone head. She bought some stones and put them in her pocket. I don't know why she suddenly liked stones. She gets upset when she finds them in the garden. Sometimes I think that I have a silly Mom - even sillier than that OLD DOG DEWEY who gets lost in the garden 'cause he doesn't see so well.

She made a friend at the Crazy Horse place. This is her new friend who makes jewelry. Mom wants to buy one of the butterfly jewelry things some day. If she gave us dogs an allowance, we could buy her one. But WE DO NOT GET AN ALLOWANCE. Just dog cookies. Red thinks that this is fair, but THAT OLD DOG DEWEY and me know better.

Mom is REALLY MEAN.

Maybe if I am a real good dog, I can go on vacation with Mom the next time she goes.

Spirit

(oh, this is Mom's friend's website - here. Maybe you can see the butterfly things!)

"I REALLY AM BOSS!!!"

(But Please don't tell Mom I said that . . .)

#19 Me and Dewey and THAT RED DOG

I am boss in this house. You see this picture? I am at the top. Even Mom is lower than me, 'cause she is taking the picture. Dewey is lower and THAT RED DOG IS LOWER! How can he say I am not the boss?

He barks at birds. Ones that even land inside our yard. That is SILLY.

I don't mind that he barks at garbage trucks, but I know that garbage trucks won't hurt the pack. He is SILLY.

In this picture THAT RED DOG shows that he knows how important I am!

And look at me here. Don't I look important, keeping the yard safe from squirrels?

They won't come in our yard as long as I run along the fenceline once a day.

The household couldn't run without me.

Even Mom - even though she won't admit it - knows I am boss.

This morning she was drinking her caffeine and I jumped in her lap and stood there since I needed to be petted and she wasn't doing anything important. She petted me and told me to get down. I stood there. She petted me and told me to get down. I just stood there wagging my tail. She petted me. The fifth time she petted me after she told me to get down, I got down.

Now, who is the boss here? Who is the one who made her buy a good garbage can?

That is easy. ME.

Oh, Mom says if I want my page to be posted I need to apologize. I did and got petted again.

Who is really the boss? I got petted LOTS today.

Spirit

NO - RED'S PAGE!!

"Spirit only THINKS She is Boss"

That BLACK DOG thinks she runs things around here. Ha.Me and the Mom do, but mostly me.

I bark at motorcycles - and then the BLACK DOG barks at motorcycles. I bark at birds - and then the BLACK DOG barks at birds. I make believe I am a shock trooper and I get to go outside first, ahead of everybody, even the Mom. Spirit comes up last! I decide what we do.

Before I got here, Spirit didn't even know that motorcycles and birds were dangerous!

Those other dogs DID bark at delivery truck when I got here, but only at ones that stopped at the door. Now we bark at ALL TRUCKS that go down the road.

The Mom is much safer since I arrived.

She is mean, though. Spirit is right about that. When I protect very hard, the Mom puts that mouth thing on my face and I can't make the lots of noise necessary to scare the monster birds away. She calls it a "MUTZELL". I don't know what t hat means, but I don't like it.

The squirrels sit and laugh, but Spirit barks twice as hard, so that is okay.

I did get the Mom to take off my handle. I sometimes let the other dogs go out first and lie down in the dining room belly up. Mom gives me LOTS of attention, saying, "please go outside." When she says the word "handle," I think about getting up and going outside. When she picks up the other thing that I don't like, I get up and go outside and protect everybody, even THAT OLD DOG DEWEY. I get LOTS of attention from the Mom this way. Much more than Dewey does!

After supper at night, I get even more attention. Spirit goes to the Mom and wants to go outside. As soon as I see her start to go to the Mom, I jump in the Mom's lap. Then the Mom tells Spirit that she has to wait until after I get lots of petting. Dogs in the Mom's lap rule!

The Mom says it is hard to get up out of the recliner when there is 65 pounds of dog in the lap. I wouldn't know. I find it easy to get out of the recliner when Mom helps with a push.

I get to be the morning-dog on the bed. That gives me lots of power, 'cause I get to make the Mom stay in bed longer. And Spirit gets to wait - again - before she can go outside.I haven't told her yet that I am the one making her wait to go outside.

I also clean out everybody's dish of meal after the Mom leaves the kitchen. She only makes sure that we get our own special stuff.I get an pill with cream cheese. Spirit doesn't even get any cream cheese. I am special. Sometimes I even eat the crumbs from THAT OLD DOG DEWEY'S special food.

I get ALL the toys. Spirit doesn't always want to play with toys because I end up with them all in my mouth. That means I win and am top dog. I try to boss Spirit around then, but she doesn't listen very well. Then I remember what it is like not to have a pack and make believe that Spirit is the top dog. It makes for more peace in the pack.

She is still in charge of security. I am not allowed to get in her way when we are barking at something dangerous. If I do, she makes a scary noise and I get out of the way.

I let Mom be boss because she feeds me. I like having a warm house and all the food I can eat.

Red

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Me and Dewey and THAT RED DOG
#18 - "Mom is Mean . . . #73"
February 2008

It was cold this morning. It was 4 degrees below zero. That is what Mom said. I don't know what a zero is, but I know I don't like it! Mom made us go outside. THAT RED DOG tried not to go outside, but Mom picked him up by his handle and pulled him outside. He tried hard to stay inside, but THAT MEAN MOM won.

Mom thinks that by putting coats on us that it makes things better. It makes us look silly. Look at me. Don't I look silly? Even THAT OLD DOG DEWEY looks silly.

Mom is worried about THAT OLD DOG DEWEY, 'cause he slipped. He thinks he is young like me and tries to jump up on things. He tried to jump up on the back porch a week ago, but slipped on the ice because it was too cold to go-outside (and Mom MADE US GO OUTSIDE!). He landed on his backside.

It had been sunny, and Dewey wanted to stay outside, but Mom said, "Come.All Dogs, come." Me and Red ran inside to get warm. But Dewey said, "NO.It is too nice outside." Mom called three times. And Dewey finally decided to come in. But the Arthur-itis in his backside made him stiff. When he tried to show off and jump up on the steps, he slipped. He seemed okay after he got inside. And he only said "ouch" when he fell.

Then two days later, in the morning when we came down-the-stairs to go-outside, Dewey couldn't walk all the way down. His back leg stopped working about half way down. Mom picked him up and carried him down. She is strong for a Mom. Mom moved the go-to-sleep place downstairs. That way Dewey didn't have to go up and down.

Went Mom did the wash, Dewey went down-the-stairs. He got all the way down. And then back up. When Mom went up-the-stairs to get something Dewey followed. On the way down, Dewey had to jump with his back legs down-the-stairs, 'cause one leg didn't want to work. Mom was afraid that Dewey would go up and down-the-stairs while she was out, so she put up the dog-stay fence on the stairs.

Red doesn't like the dog-stay fence, 'cause Mom puts it up when she goes out and he can't go where he wants.

She took THAT OLD DOG DEWEY to the vet, and the vet said, "This is an old dog. Fourteen is old for a mixed-up husky." Mom was upset, so the vet found a dog-chiropractor in town.

Yesterday, Dewey saw the dog chiropractor. Dewey was afraid to walk up his dog steps into the car, and he fell trying to get in. He said, "ouch." Then Mom drove to the place - WITHOUT ME OR THAT RED DOG! How could she be safe? THAT OLD DOG DEWEY couldn't keep the Mom safe.

The parking lot was icy and Mom parked in the wrong spot right on top of the ice .She slipped trying to get Dewey out of the car. Dewey couldn't stand up on the ice.She had to hold Dewey's backside up and go into the middle of the parking lot where there was no ice. Then Dewey could go inside. It was cold and, by then, he was glad to go-inside. It had taken 7 minutes to get Dewey out of the car.

The dog chiropractor said that Dewey looked ouchy.S he gave him a massage first. He said "ouch" five times .I could hear him even though I wasn't at the vet-place. His neck was sorest. Mom was surprised, 'cause she didn't know his neck was hurt. I should have told her when Dewey told me, but I thought our Mom was smart and knew almost everything. Then the lady fixed Dewey with the adjuster-thing. When she was done, THAT OLD DOG DEWEY didn't look quite so old.

Today, he thinks he is a young dog. Mom and I and Red say he is an old dog. Mom put up a ramp-thing and makes Dewey use it. It is in the way of running up and down the steps fast. Mom thinks that THAT OLD DOG DEWEY will keep making believe that he is young and hurt his leg or neck again. She is glad that this new dog chiropractor lives nearby instead of 3 hours round trip.

Me and Red don't mind TOO much Mom leaving us home when she visits this new dog chiropractor, 'cause it is only 15 minutes round trip. This way she is home soon where we can protect her!

Even is she is mean and puts dog-coats on us!

Okay - THAT RED DOG just said that he likes his dog coat on when it is 15 below zero - and I guess I do, too.We just DON'T WANT TO GO OUTSIDE!

Mom is mean!

Spirit P.

Me and Dewey and THAT RED DOG
#17 - "That Old Mixed-up Husky"
January 2008b

It is COLD! And Mom makes us go outside every morning. Yesterday it was 14 below zero, and we STILL had to go outside as soon as we got up. Me and Red are smart. We know better than to want to go outside in the morning when it is this cold.

Mom put us out in the afternoon and it wasn't too bad. I was ready to go in when Mom let us in 20 minutes later, but that OLD DOG DEWEY wasn't. I could hear him thinking, "The sun is shining and it's warm on my back. Why should I walk on that cold white stuff and go inside?"

Okay, I am fibbing. Only Me and Red complain about that cold white stuff. THAT OLD MIXED-UP HUSKY DEWEY eats it like candy. Well - like cookies really. The only candy I like is chocolate, but Mom won't give me any, so I have to settle for cookies - or potato chips. I like those too!

I like the white stuff when it is deep enough to play snowplow, but when it just makes the ground cold I don't like it!

Anyway, Red is a lot smarter than THAT OLD DOG DEWEY. Mom has to push him out the door when we all go outside. Me and Dewey go out - and then Red gets pushed out.I can hear him thinking, "I was an outside dog when I met Mom.I like Mom so much I don't want to be an outside dog any more. How can I protect Mom when she is inside and I am outside?" He is learning to protect well!

I told you about the handle that Red wears so Mom can pull him outside. She says it is awful hard to get an upside-down belly showing dog out the door without a handle on the dog. (I finally got her to put the picture of the handle-dog on the website, She forgot.)

Red had been going outside, so she took off the handle. Red liked that. He doesn't like the handle. He even went outside when it was windy. He tried to stay in and showed his belly - then Mom got the handle out and Red went outside right away!

Until it got below zero. Mom tried putting a coat on him when it was below zero. That was hard. But Red still didn’t go outside, so Mom took off the coat and put the handle back on him. Now Mom makes him go outside by picking him up with the handle. She says that this is NOT her favorite way of getting a 65 pound dog outside.

She still doesn't have to make Dewey go outside. In fact, he actually ASKS to go outside in the cold! That OLD MIXED-UP HUSKY is STRANGE! Dewey is only 50 pounds, so Mom wouldn't get as much exercise pulling him by a handle. I weigh 66 pounds - one reason why I am TOP DOG. I am a GOOD DOG and don't make Mom put a handle on me - even when it is below zero.

When it is time to come in, Me and Red go inside first. We run when the door opens - we watch hard for when it opens!

And then Dewey comes inside. Lots of times, Mom has to say "Come" five or six times before Dewey decides to come in. Why doesn't Mom put a handle on Dewey and go outside in the 14-degree below zero with wind and pull Dewey in? After all, she pulls Red out!

Mom is nice most of the time - 'cept when it comes to baths and making us go outside.

Spirit P.

Me and Dewey and THAT RED DOG #16 - "Mom is MEAN . . . AGAIN"
January 2008

Mom is MEAN. Again.

I keep complaining to my friends online– and does it make any difference? No. Maybe she is sooo mean that she doesn’t read my column . . .

We are ALL WET.

I was playing in the yard and found some really sweet stuff to roll on. Mom did not agree. It was even nicer than that stuff that those men take away every week with their truck. No enemy would think I was a dog, and I could sneak up on them and REALLY keep Mom safe. But, no. And now I smell like a wet dog. What intruder would let me sneak up on them when I smell like a WET DOG?

I know Mom wants us all to keep her safe, but how can we do a good job if we don’t smell right?

Mom says she has a different idea of what a good smelling dog smells like than I do. I talked to Red and he agrees with ME. Even THAT OLD DOG DEWEY agrees with me. Mom is MEAN and WRONG!

And it is also the fault of my friends on PUTTING_ON_THE_DOG at Ecunet.org. They were talking about showers. Even the cats were talking about taking showers - saying that they LIKED it. I think they were lying and just trying to give my Mom ideas.

Mom used to give us baths in the bath tub. When it was just Me and Dewey, she would make us get in and we would - after about 5 minutes of arguing.

Then THAT RED DOG came. He wouldn't get in the tub, and I realized that getting in the tub was very silly. Just because Mom says to is NOT a good reason to do something. So on our second bath, we all refused to get in the tub. We had a wet Mom and NOT three wet dogs! That was fun. THAT RED DOG enjoyed it, too. In fact, that day was the day that I started to like him.

Mom did not give us baths for 3 months. And then our so-called friends were talking about shower-baths. And Mom has a walk-in shower. You don't have to talk the dog into jumping in.

Mom put all three of us in the bathroom downstairs. That is 180 pounds of dog and one Mom. It is a good thing that we have a large bathroom.

Mom asked Dewey to go inside the shower thing. THAT OLD DOG DEWEY just walked right in! And he came out wet - and smelling like a WET DOG. I didn't want to go in, but after Dewey did what Mom wanted I would risk my top dog status if Red went in and I didn't. So I walked right in. And got wet. And then didn't smell GOOD any more. And then Red walked right in. And then he smelled like a wet dog, too! Mom gave us each a hot dog. I would like to have the hot dog without the shower next time!

ALL WET is not fun. Me and Red ran away from the noisy drying thing that Mom had. THAT OLD DOG DEWEY did not run fast like me and Red. He said he actually liked it.

Me and Red are not allowed on OUR couch in front of the window because we are wet. How can we protect Mom if we smell like dogs and can’t look out the window to see all the intruders? Squirrels will not only know that we are dogs, but they can walk up to the house and NOT get barked at. We are WET and cannot do our job.

Dewey got to sit on OUR couch since he wasn’t wet anymore. He didn’t even look out the window to be the guard dog. Dewey is mean, too.

I will pout and sit in the corner. Red still wants to play with Mom and got her a toy to throw. I told Red that that would only encourage Mom. He disagreed.

Everybody is mean today.

Spirit P.

P.S.My New Year’s resolution is to go back to writing two columns a month. Now if only Mom will stop being mean and let me do that . . .

Me and Dewey and THAT RED DOG #15 - "Christmas - Bah - Humbug"
December 2007

Christmas. Mom says we have to get ready for Christmas. I don't know why. All this means is that she puts strange stuff and light around the house and gets upset if Red and I bump into that green thing with the round things on it when we are playing. When we do, something goes "CRASH" and Mom gets upset.

And then Mom goes out to work more often, 'cause she is working the Holiday season in a department store. She says we shouldn't be upset. She can afford to buy us Christmas presents from the dog-store. Does she take us to the store to let us pick what we want? No she sits at her computer and types and hums silly songs. She says, "Just wait - you'll see." See what? She gets upset when THAT RED DOG noses her when she is clicking away at the not-the-real-dog-store. She says, "No I do NOT want 10 of those . . . "

Why not? Maybe it was cookies or rawhides.I t isn't a real dog-store anyway. Real dog stores smell real good.

I get to go into the real dog stores. THAT OLD DOG DEWEY doesn't, 'cause he peed on 50 lbs of dog food once. I like telling Mom which cookies smell good so that she buys them. My nose really likes REAL DOG STORES. I hope Mom gets smart and takes me to one before Christmas comes. My nose is much smarter that THAT RED DOG or THAT OLD DOG DEWEY. As you can see, I am grumpy 'cause I have to be the boss when Mom is not home. It is HARD work.

Christmas. Bah Humbug. THAT RED DOG ATE MY CHRISTMAS REINDEER. I won't give HIM any presents!

I don't get to buy presents 'cause Mom forgot to give us dogs a Christmas allowance. I would have spent some of it on THAT OLD DOG DEWEY and even RED. They are pack. And at Christmas you need to do something special for PACK - even the Mom who has been so MEAN this year.

What can I do? I let THAT OLD DOG DEWEY eat most of his supper. I only growl at THAT RED DOG when he gets in my way when I am protecting. Only one of us can be the top protector in charge - and that is I.

What can I do? I know - I will ask my friends here to help me. What would you do for THAT RED DOG and THAT OLD DOG DEWEY and THAT MEAN MOM for Christmas that is really special? Click here (PLEASE) and send me a suggestion!

I will tell you what I did on Christmas day. By then, I will know what I did. I hope that it will be special. I really do belong to a special pack!

Spirit P.(resent-giver)

P.S. THAT RED DOG WAS SUPPOSED TO PUT THIS ON THE WEB. He did NOT. And now I don't know what to give and Christmas went by. I know - Mom says Christmas in February is GOOD - so I will do Christmas in February! Please help me dicide what to do . . . . HAPPY NEW YEAR.

Me and Dewey and THAT RED DOG #14 - "Being Pack"
November 2007

Mom Wises Up!

Mom finally got it right!

PACK IS TOP!

I’ve been tellin’ Mom for years and years (since I joined the pack in 2002) that pack is MOST IMPORTANT. I didn’t have a pack for months before I met Mom, and what I had before that wasn’t really a pack.

The dog-jail man found me wandering around the town, eating people’s garbage for them. They didn’t want it, so I knew I could eat it. But some got upset, ‘cause I wasn’t very neat and didn’t eat everything that was in the garbage bag. I don’t know why people expected me to eat their electric bills, they didn’t taste good – I tried a couple when I was really hungry. But there usually was some well-aged goodies in the bag anyways – just had to sort out the other stuff.

I got put in dog-jail, but the shelter people came and took me to their place. I stayed a month and no one wanted me to be in their pack. That was partly my fault, ‘cause I couldn’t trust people. I didn’t want a people-pack.

I had a people-pack that I ran away from. Well, not really, the person pushed me out of the car ‘cause I wouldn’t be mean. The person wanted a mean-dog, to bark lots and keep the not-the-pack out of the yard. The person pulled on my collar lots and so I have to be careful with my throat. Mom knows this and NEVER pulls on my collar.

She doesn’t pull on Red’s collar either when he doesn’t want to go outside to g’shtg’p. He is scared of wind and is glad to be an inside dog. ‘Cept sometimes he is too inside and needs to go outside. That why he wears that green harness-thing. It is his “go outside and g’shtg’p now” handle. Mom bought it for me so she wouldn’t pull on my throat, but| I don’t need it anymore, ‘cause I AM A GOOD DOG.

Mom doesn’t pull on THAT OLD DOG DEWEY’s collar either, ‘cause he had whiplash once and he is AN OLD DOG.

Anyway, the shelter place was almost like the dog-jail, but there were people there who tried to get me to trust them. I didn’t. I played with some of the dogs though – but only those who KNEW that I was the BOSS DOG.

Mom came, looking for a dog for Dewey. That’s why Red is MY DOG. I am no longer Dewey’s dog, though. I am my OWN DOG. Mom picked two dogs for Dewey to choose from, but Dewey was too busy smelling dog g’shtg’p to pay a lot of attention. The other dog wasn’t interested either. He didn’t like Dewey – just Mom. And since Mom was looking for Dewey’s dog, he lost.

I wanted to play. And I made Dewey play in spite of all the interesting smells. So Mom put Dewey in the car. The shelter people said that when they saw Mom take out a step stool so Dewey could get in the car, they decided she would be a good Mom for me.

Since I was Dewey’s dog, I was also Mom’s dog. That’s what being pack is. When Mom first got Red, she told me that he was my dog – but I knew that he was Mom’s dog, too. I was jealous, but not as jealous as THAT OLD DOG DEWEY was when he realized I was going to stay. He wouldn’t play with me for two weeks. Then he played lots and got younger and didn’t need the step stool to get in the car.

Being pack is very important. If you are living by eating out of people’s garbage cans, you can’t go to sleep and feel safe. Mom gets to sleep and feel safe, ‘cause me and Red take turns staying awake. Which means we also take turns sleeping. When Mom gets up at night, one of us is always there to make sure everything is okay. Dewey sleeps – but he stayed awake lots of nights and it is Red’s turn. Dewey has been pack with Mom for thirteen years.

Red likes to stay awake, ‘cause it means he is pack and gets to be an inside-dog. He is also the downstairs dog. When he came, I told him so and he thought it was a good idea. I protect upstairs and Red protects downstairs. I get Mom's bed at night and he gets Mom's bed in the morning. He likes getting food and water-supper and cookies. He likes petting and playing. I have taught all sorts of good things. That’s why I am boss.

Anyway, Mom said in her Pastor’s Letter that being pack is important for people. And that that is what Thanksgiving is about. Saying thanks for pack and all those things that come with being pack. Sleeping when Red is guarding, playing, getting cookies, chasing squirrels. All these are good, but being pack is the best.

Even though THAT OLD DOG DEWEY is old, I am still his dog. But I am BOSS!

Spirit P.

Me and Dewey and THAT RED DOG #13 - "Dog Holes 2007 Part Two(or Red Can Stay)
October 2007

Mom is being REALLY silly now. She filled in the dog holes. Does she really think they will stay that way?Did they last year? Of course not - Mom is just being silly.

Dewey kept nice and cool in the dog holes this summer. The one under the flower was especially good for him. He let me use it most of the time, even though I made it just for him. One day, he got stuck and couldn't get out. Mom helped him. She said that I have to keep a close eye on THAT OLD DOG DEWEY, 'cause he can't do everything that he thinks he can do. She wasn't being silly then.

She put dirt in the holes near the tree - which is good. I wouldn't want the tree to get cold this winter and fall down. Then it would not keep us cool next summer, and it will be very easy to dig the hole again next spring. Maybe putting dirt in the hole next to the flower-bush is good, too. We need the bush to be cool. IT is MUCH harder to keep three dogs cool than only one.

But look at this dirt! . . .

CONTINUED . . .

Oh, Mom's book is here. And Mom's special poem is here.