Page 74 of Will Bark for Pizza

---

Treats.

I need one.

Please, now.

“Calm down, bud.”

Uncle Connor has a good laugh.

He has better treats.

Chomp, chomp, chomp.

“Let’s go.”

It’s dark outside.

Way past my bedtime.

Smells like funny walking birds.

Sniff, sniff, sniff.

Uncle Connor doesn’t like it when I chase his funny walking birds.

It’s really dark.

It’s past Mom’s bedtime too.

Where is Mom?

Oh, there she is.

Wag, wag, wag.

She’s with my new best friend.

She’s not mad at him anymore.

But she’s not happy either.

Hmm.

“Thanks for watching him.”

Mom!

New Best Friend!

Mom!

New Best Friend!

Mom!

New Best Friend!

“Guess we know who he missed more.”

---