Book3:WereMyDreamIs
r.ItwasextremelyhotandpoorlittleMaureen,withhiscoatoflongfurwasfeeli.Heantingwithhistonguelollingout,breathingheavily.Normallywheoutwithhismistresshewasneverleachedandcouldwalkaboutfreely.ButasDimitricouldnotsee,hehadtoputtheleathedogioknowhiswhereabouts,whetherhewasgoingstraightrightorleft.Itwasawaytounicatewithhislittlefriend.Nofarfromthemcamethefamiliarsoundoftheice-barvendor,hawkinghiswaresthroughhisbell.Maureenbarkedexcitedlyandrantowardstheman.Dimitrikhedogwasthirsty,sohetookoutadolrbilndboughtabananafvoredpopsicletorewardhisintelligentlittlefriend.Maureensatdownintheshadebythewall. Dimitrisatbesidehim,toreopenthepapercoverandofferedittoMaureenwholickedgreedilyatthestick. “No