I must have been behind a rock by the time Mom came by. The next time I heard her, she was bellowing my name from farther down the trail.

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.

"Oh look! A cairn." Mom veered toward a little stack of rocks. I sniffed the pile. "Hello, Karen. My name is Oscar."

"Sheesh, there's absolutely nothing here," Mom narrated. "There have got to be trails around here somewhere."

"Seriously, what's gotten into you?" Mom asked as we walked back to the kitchen end of the car-house. "I'm calling this whole trip off if yo

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?