“It’s the treasure that sparkles, not the treasure hunter,” I reminded her. “Why don’t you wear the sparkly clothes for a change?” “Don’t be silly,” Mom said. “You’re the star of the show.” I couldn’t argue with that.

Mom’s shoe reached under the table and hooked the loop. I clamped my butt to the floor and braced all four legs. The leash pulled taut and my collar dug into my neck. 

“You sure are lucky you’re leaving the City when you are. It’s coming…” She paused for a meaningful look and her eyes added, You know what I’m talking about and how monstrous it is. 

“The part where you don’t know how it’s going to end is the funnest part of any story,” I agreed. 

The real reason we were in the Outback of Nevada was because we wanted to say Winnemucca. Try it: Winnemucca, Winnemucca, Winnemucca

Even though I need no introduction, I asked Mom to introduce my story by writing the furword to my book.

For us dogs, the squirrels and cheese sticks are the story.

Not to brag or anything, but we've been working really, really hard to tell the best version of my story that we possibly can.

As we figured out how to put it all into words, we found the humor in retelling things that had been scary or annoying at the time.

It takes a lot of work to write a disappointing book, but do you know how much work it takes to write a book that you're proud of?