He was carrying an ice cream cone in each hand, which I thought was a wonderful thing to do! We walked a little more, and then Craig went inside a building while I stayed outside with Maggie Rose. I am a well-behaved dog, and I do not do such things. They start barking and then they just don’t stop, even if they have forgotten why they were barking in the first place. He kept barking until the car turned a corner. I knew what he was trying to tell me: “I’m in the car and you’re not! I’m in the car and you’re not!” A dog had his head out the window, and he barked at me.
I’m a third-grader now, so I like strawberry.”Ī car drove past us on the street. “That was last year, when I was in second grade. “I thought you liked vanilla ice cream with sprinkles on it,” Craig objected. Pink’s my favorite color,” Maggie replied. “Know what kind of ice cream cone you want, Maggie Rose?” Craig asked while I was busy sniffing one of those bushes. My job when I am walking with Maggie Rose is to look for things that she might not notice, such as a squirrel who needs to be chased, or bushes where dogs have lifted their legs. Maggie Rose has another brother named Bryan, but he is not as tall, and he was not walking with us today. He is Maggie Rose’s much older brother, and from where I stand, he looks very tall. I trotted on my leash beside Maggie Rose. That meant I was going someplace exciting! I have a girl, and her name is Maggie Rose.
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