'Tis true. Apparently Mom isn't always mad at my stubborness. Turns out, she has to admit that I'm more than just a pile of poundage pasted to the pavement, refusing to move. She actually thinks that I'm funny!
Here's the proof:
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So my book is called HOUND WON'T GO, and the deal is, even though Mom's name has to be on the cover because I'm not a human, I'm going to get all the attention.
As is proper, like usual.
You all know that I love being recognized everywhere I go. Last week I trotted into Paper Source in Wellesley Square. It was only my second time in, but apparently I'm memorable. The first time, I pushed my weighty self behind the counter to demand a treat, then turned up my nose in my "just kidding" maneuver. But this manager apparently has my number. Before I could even get to the checkout area, she calls out "You're not fooling me!"
I liked that. And I did my routine anyway. It's all material for writing--maybe a sequel!
We're a writing family. I write, Dad writes, my sister writes, and even my brother Sparky kept diary entries. Lately, though, Mom's been hogging the computer. I can't wait until she goes back to school so Dad and I can soak up some good writing time. Time to get working on a sequel to my forthcoming picture book. My agent's expecting it.