Friendship
Pierre was in training for the poodle championship. Every day after breakfast he ran on the treadmill. On Tuesdays he went to the School for Show Pups, and on Thursdays he went to Poochelli's Pet Parlor for a shampoo.
While he was being puffed and fluffed, Pierre imagined running with the wind in his long tangled fur. He chased squirrels, dug holes and rolled in any stinky thing he pleased.
A low rumble made Colly's blood freeze. The chug-chug of an engine followed by the clinking of chains started his heart pounding. He peered at where Jaz had disappeared on the barge. "Hurry!" he shouted inside his head. Where was she? Why didn't she get off?
Maybe she was trying.
Maybe she was caught!
He took out his red whistle and gave a short careful toot. No Jaz.
He tooted again, louder and longer this time.
Nothing.
