by R. L. Stine
Lily and I roam around together all the time. Sometimes Manny joins us. There are so many dogs roaming around in this town. I guess they all were human for a while.
I’m glad Dr. Murkin isn’t using dogs for his tests anymore. Dogs should be dogs, in my humble opinion.
Lily and I found some good dirt to sniff in the neighbors’ flower garden. There aren’t any flowers to dig up yet. But the dirt smells really great.
Then I saw the Boyds’ car roll up the driveway. They’d been gone all afternoon. I went running up eagerly to the car, wagging my tail happily.
I jumped up and barked out a greeting.
To my surprise, Mrs. Boyd was carrying a baby. A tiny baby, tightly wrapped in pink blankets.
She held the baby in both arms, and carried it carefully up the walk toward the house. Mr. Boyd had a big smile on his face as he caught up to her.
“What a good little girl,” Mrs. Boyd cooed to the baby. “Yes, you are. You’re a good little girl. Welcome to your new home, Jasper.”
Huh? I thought. Isn’t Jasper a funny name for a little girl?
Then I stared up at the baby and saw her bright yellow eyes.
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