Page 89 of Will Bark for Pizza
No more bonus hamburger.
Grandma Connie’s kitchen is clean.
Cleaner than Mom’s kitchen.
But I’m not allowed in Mom’s kitchen.
Grandma Connie lets me in her kitchen.
Grandma Connie, do you have more?
“Husker, you’ve had enough.”
Silly Mom.
Grandma Connie, don’t listen to Mom.
“Sweetie, I would love to have you home.”
“Yeah?”
“Of course. We all would.”
Grandma Connie’s got something in her hand.
She’s being sneaky.
Mom doesn’t see.
Num, num, num.
“But?”
“But don’t put your life on hold.”
“There’s not much to put on hold.”
“What’s that?”
“Nothing. I think Husker and I are going for a walk.”
Walk?
Did you say walk?
Mom said walk.
Walk!
We’re going on a walk!
Let’s go, Mom!
Hurry up!
“Guess you better take him before he bursts from all the excitement.”
Where’s my leash?
