The clay grew tall again like it always does.

The clay grew tall again like it always does.

I walked through, letting it brush my legs. Looking out at the world around me, I couldn't help but think this was the perfect place to disappear to.

I made my escape on Wednesday: Grocery day. The human called "Marge" or occasionally "mommy" left the front door open as she went to unload the car. Inconspicuously, I slipped out

the door and made a bee-line for the neighbor's front yard vegetable patch. Relieving myself, I caught wind of a cat. There it was! Under the white Ford pickup. I tried to act

in accordance with the plan. Fifi Walkie Talkied instructions, but the cat threw a stick. Boy do I love those! As I buried it, the cat scampered past me and down the street. Fifi

fofum said the Giant. Fifi the cat stopped. It had never seen a giant before. I wagged my tail in a desperate attempt to ingratiate myself with it. Giants mean giant table scraps

. It peered down at my muzzle. "PUPPPIIEEE?" the giant bellowed and grabbed me in one hand. "I WILL HUG HIM AND SQUEEZE HIM AND CALL HIM GEORGE." Fifi (the cat) hid behind a mug.

"Absolutely not!" The three of us jumped as the puppy spoke, in a rather arrogant voice. He paused. "Unless I get to lick your face." I frowned.

I hate when puppies lick my face. We needed to reach a compromise. "You can lick my face if you give me the bacon. Thats right, hand it over!" He handed me the bacon.