Woof! Back when my brother, Charlie, lived with us, my pack-family lived in a different pack den. It wasn’t near the lake like our den is now. I am much happier in our pack den at the lake because I can swim every day, however, the one thing I liked better about our old den was the roly-poly paper things that would show up in our driveway every day.

In the morning, my pack-mom or pack-dad would open the door and say, “Get the paper.” When that happened, Charlie would race out to the area by the street, grab the roly-poly paper thing, and bring it back to our house. When he did it, he would get a treat every time! Woof!

I thought that was pretty cool, so I decided I would learn how to do it myself. I watched how he did it and then I tried to get the roly-poly paper thing all by myself! The first time I tried it I realized that it was harder than I thought because it was bigger than me! Charlie saw that and came to help me.

After that first try, Charlie and I started bringing it in together. I would just hold one end and Charlie would hold the other end and we would trot up the sidewalk side-by-side. After a while, Charlie seemed to get tired and I started having to go out and bring it in by myself. Charlie still got a treat (I guess because he taught me how to bring it in in the first place), but I would get a treat too!

Sometimes we would fight over the roly-poly paper thing and it would fall apart all over our front yard. My pack-mom would make really funny noises when that happened. She sounded sort of like our cat when my pack-mom would step on its tail by accident. One time there was a lot of snow on the ground and Charlie and I tore the roly-poly paper thing completely to shreds. Even my pack-dad got a little bit angry then. He kept yelling something about a “sports section.” Four-leggers get upset over the silliest things.
Those were fun times. That was before Charlie went away with my pack-mom and pack-dad and never came home again. My pack-family had really sad smells for a long time after that.

I love our den at the lake, but we don’t get roll-poly paper things here. I wish we did because I loved going to get them and I especially loved getting my treats. Maybe one day we’ll get roly-poly paper things here at the lake den.


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Woof! Back when my brother, Charlie, lived with us, my pack-family lived in a different pack den. It wasn’t near the lake like our den is now. I am much happier in our pack den at the lake because I can swim every day, however, the one thing I liked better about our old den was the roly-poly paper things that would show up in our driveway every day.

In the morning, my pack-mom or pack-dad would open the door and say, “Get the paper.” When that happened, Charlie would race out to the area by the street, grab the roly-poly paper thing, and bring it back to our house. When he did it, he would get a treat every time! Woof!

I thought that was pretty cool, so I decided I would learn how to do it myself. I watched how he did it and then I tried to get the roly-poly paper thing all by myself! The first time I tried it I realized that it was harder than I thought because it was bigger than me! Charlie saw that and came to help me.

After that first try, Charlie and I started bringing it in together. I would just hold one end and Charlie would hold the other end and we would trot up the sidewalk side-by-side. After a while, Charlie seemed to get tired and I started having to go out and bring it in by myself. Charlie still got a treat (I guess because he taught me how to bring it in in the first place), but I would get a treat too!

Sometimes we would fight over the roly-poly paper thing and it would fall apart all over our front yard. My pack-mom would make really funny noises when that happened. She sounded sort of like our cat when my pack-mom would step on its tail by accident. One time there was a lot of snow on the ground and Charlie and I tore the roly-poly paper thing completely to shreds. Even my pack-dad got a little bit angry then. He kept yelling something about a “sports section.” Four-leggers get upset over the silliest things.
Those were fun times. That was before Charlie went away with my pack-mom and pack-dad and never came home again. My pack-family had really sad smells for a long time after that.

I love our den at the lake, but we don’t get roll-poly paper things here. I wish we did because I loved going to get them and I especially loved getting my treats. Maybe one day we’ll get roly-poly paper things here at the lake den.


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