An excerpt from my book... yes, I'm writing again!

... in which ten week old puppies, Hope and Proper, meet Driver, an old yellow lab.

A spring breeze tickled Hope’s butt and she zoomed by her brother. “Whee! Proper catch me! What a fun place this is!” The two made a big loop, rounded a corner and headed back toward the house, as fast as their puppy legs could barrel them. Proper crashed into Hope when she brought herself up short, eyes fairly popping out of her head.

“Proper,” she whispered. “What is that?”

Ahead of them stood the largest dog they had ever seen. The puppies dropped their ears and their tails. They poked forward with their noses, trying to smell some sense of the situation.  Hope inched closer to the giant.

“Hello, Sir.” 

She sniffed as she approached. “Oh, I’ve met your scent on my Emily! It’s an honor to meet you. I’m Hope, and this is my brother, Proper. We’ve just arrived.”

The giant dog padded over to them. His head is bigger than all of me, thought Hope. He was golden. His big ears drooped down the side of his face, his nose was fat, and that thick tail! Woosh! Hope ducked as it wagged.The puppies circled around him, their own tails tucked tightly between their legs, wiggling like caught fish.

“Puppies! I love puppies!” said the big dog. He poked his fat nose up Hope’s hoochie, and snuffled, “Girl.” Hope did a modest body curl, air-licking and grinning. The giant flipped Proper right over, getting a snoot full of his winkie. “Boy,” he proclaimed. The big yellow dog flopped down on the ground and rolled onto his back.

Hope and Proper thought maybe, just maybe this huge dog might be in possession of a milk bar like their Mother’s. They bounced over to investigate.

“Oh, no, little ones! Sorry to disappoint! Here, check out my teeth; there may be a bit of leftover breakfast hanging around. You’re welcome to anything you find. I’m Driver, by the way. Most everyone calls me Ol’ Uncle Driver. The humans started that. I’m not actually anyone’s uncle. Silly humans.”

Hope and Proper licked Driver’s gums and stuck their skinny snouts practically clear down his throat. It was fascinating in there. Like a big cave, with bits of sticks and a blade of grass or two. Hope even found a little piece of biscuit way in the back.

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