What Starts with a V and Makes a Dog Tremble?


Boo jumped into the back seat of Mom’s car. Mom, Jake, and Emily were taking her somewhere, but they hadn’t told her where. In fact, they were a little hush-hush about it. 

Emily slid into the seat next to her and rubbed Boo’s head. “Don’t worry, Boo. You’ll be okay.”

Boo tilted her head to the right, then to the left. What do you mean, “You’ll be okay?”

Mom gave Emily one of those “be quiet” looks.

Jake opened the car door and plopped down on the other side of Boo. “Hey, Mom. After we go to the v… “

Boo perked her ears. Where were they going that started with the letter v?

Mom shushed him. “Jake!”

“Oops! Sorry. Uh, er, can we stop for ice cream on our way home?”

Mom glared into the rearview mirror. “We’ll see.” She backed the car out the driveway and headed toward the interstate. Instead of getting on the freeway, she turned right, then left.

Uh-oh. No, they couldn’t be going to the vet. She wasn’t sick. She wasn’t hurt. She was just fine. No! This can’t be. No, no, no. 

Mom turned right into the parking lot and came to a stop.




Boo versus the Big Blue Thing


Boo had never been to a yard sale before. She really didn’t know what one was, but she liked new adventures.

Mom walked Boo into Mrs. Baumgartner’s driveway where tables and racks displayed all kinds of junk…. er, stuff. “Emily, take Boo’s leash while I look. And hold tight. I don’t want to chase her down the road again.”

“Ah, Boo,” Emily said, taking the leash, “you won’t run away, will you?”

Boo looked up at Emily, panting. Uh… maybe.

Emily led Boo past the junk and into the garage.

Boo halted. A big blue thing scowled at her. 

Emily giggled. “Look at the gorilla, Boo.” She ran her hands across the thing’s fur. “He’s soft.”

A gorilla? What’s a gorilla? She took one step forward, then two. Cautiously, she sniffed the thing.

“Boo!” Emily said.

Boo jumped and barked.

“Ha!” Emily said. “I wasn’t trying to scare you, I wanted to show you this.” She held up a stuffed toy. “It’s only twenty-five cents. Want it?”

Boo grabbed it and headed out of the garage, pulling Emily with her. She had enough of the big blue thing called a gorilla.


Mrs. Who is Having What?

Boo running cropped

“Emily!” Mom said. “If you don’t hurry, Boo and I will leave without you.” She picked up the leash Emily had flung onto the floor after yesterday’s walk.

Boo barked and ran to the front door. Hurry, Emily. Hurry!

“Coming!” Seven-year-old Emily skipped through the living room toward Boo.

“Oh, for goodness sakes, Emily,” Mom said. “Your shorts are on backward.”

Emily giggled. “Oops!” She skipped in reverse toward her bedroom. “How many people can do this?” She ran into the wall. “Ow!” Giggling, she fell to the floor.

“Apparently, you can’t,” Mom said, smiling. She pointed down the hallway. “Go!”

As quick as an ice cube melts on a hot summer day, Emily returned, shorts reversed.

Mom clipped the leash to Boo’s collar and opened the front door.

Boo shot onto the porch and down the stairs, jerking the leash from Mom’s hand. “Boo! Get back here.”

Yeah, right. Boo ran across the lawn, through the ditch, and onto the street.

The thundering of Emily’s feet followed. “Boo! Stop!”

Boo raced down the street, took the first right, then a left. She glanced over her shoulder.

Mom and Emily were a good two blocks behind her. She’d better wait, or Mom would never take her for a walk again.

She stopped under a tree and sat, panting as she watched Emily and Mom walk toward her.

Mom stomped ahead of Emily, hands on hips.


Mom glared. “Boo! I ought to take you home and never take you on another walk for the rest of your dog days.”

Boo lowered to the ground and looked up at Mom with her best “I’m really sorry” look.

Mom looked past Boo. “Oh! Look, Emily. Mrs. Baumgartner is having a yard sale. Let’s go shopping.”

Mrs. Who is having what?

“Yay! Shopping!” Emily ran past Mom and Boo and turned right onto the next street.

Mom picked up Boo’s leash. “You’re in trouble, young lady.”