Page 50 of Will Bark for Pizza

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But my new best friend wants to come.

“Don’tfollow me.”

Oh, boy.

Mom is extra mad.

Sorry, New Best Friend.

Mom says you can’t come.

Ooh! I smell pizza.

Why aren’t we going the way of the pizza?

Car ride?

Okay!

Hop.

Mom slammed the door.

Mom is really mad.

Maybe she needs a treat.

New Best Friend,give Mom a treat.

Wait, he can’t come.

Why can’t he come with us?

I like him.

He gives good belly rubs.

And he shares bacon.

And lots of pizza.

We’re moving.

Where are we going?

I should stick my head out the window.

But the other window is open too.

I don’t want to miss the smells out the other window.

Or the other window.

Or the other window.

Or the other window.

All those smells.

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