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Yes!we screamed.

Jerking the leashes out of Peri's hand, we ran ahead and tackled him to the floor and licked all over his face.

Ashy and Ty-Ty yelled at us, but the guy was laughing so hard that tears rolled down his cheeks, so we ignored our boys.

"Jason!" the human hollered. "Come meet these doggos, Jason! They're awesome!"

Before we knew it, another escaped prisoner-looking dude came over and sat right down to join in our pet fest. Peri told them our names, then covered her mouth and giggled as she watched us play.

This place is heaven!I told River as the new dude gave me belly rubs.

Let's stay forever, Siddy!

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Granite

Sometimes, Jay listened to old-days music. Once, he played this song that went, "Hallelujah! Hallelujah!" and I asked him what that word meant. He explained it and, ever since then, the song played in my mind when something awesomely super-duper amazing happened.

It was playing loud and clear right now.

Everywhere I looked, I saw something tasty to eat!

Biscuits in bins, cookies in crates, pig ears by the pile, kibbly-bits in buckets, and bully sticks in baskets... It was like the all-you-can-eat buffet that Roger had at the diner on Sundays.

Topaz pulled a huge bone off a shelf and trotted away with it, Sara chasing after him and Crew moseying behind them. Grazing at the cookie bar, I scarfed down about a pound before my ear heard something going squeakity-squeak, and Ihadto find out what it was.

Dragging Tristan along and leaving Ariel's slow self behind, I quickly found an aisle full of little white cages and watched with extreme interest as a couple of fluff balls ran their stubby little legs off on a tiny treadmill.

No, fluffs! Stop that! Fat makes you tasty!

As soon as we came into the store, the cats had huddled in the far corners of their glass boxes, smart enough to know that I wanted to eat them. These little dummies didn't stand a chance.

If Posy wasn't here, the cats wouldn't, either, but something in my gut - and Wyatt's nagging voice in my ear - told me she would be upset if I ate one.

Plus, the last time I did, I pooped hairballs for two days. That was not fun. Still, cats were tasty enough to make up for that...

No, Gran,Wyatt groaned. No cats! We do not eat cats. Now, be a good boy.

What these, Wy?

Hamsters.

They cute!I squealed, watching them tumble all over each other and fight for a turn on the treadmill.

Sure, sure,Wyatt sighed, but we're here to buy toys, not hamsters.

Tristan went to the end of the aisle to flag Ariel down, and I took my chance. Standing up on my hind legs, I grabbed one of the white cages in my teeth and carefully set it on the floor. The hammies started scurrying around, making me even more excited to chase them. I pawed the top off the cage, shoved my snout in, and snapped one up.

No, Granite! Bad boy!Wyatt bellowed.Don't eat the hamsters!

You said no eat cats!I argued, gulping down another one. Goddess, they were good!These not cats. These hammies!

"Oh, shit!" Tristan finally noticed what I was doing and yanked my leash, trying to get my head out of the cage.

Good luck with that, I snickered and swallowed a third one.

Ariel!" Tristan yelped. "I need help!"

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