They were spending the summer afternoon under the oak tree in Shep’s front yard. It was cool and shady there. It was hot and sunny every place else. Hot and sunny doesn’t feel great when you’re covered with fur.
“I mean someone was in my house last night,” said Howard. “And it’s very mysterious.”
“Yes,” answered Howard, frowning. “And I don’t like it. I’m not a watchdog, I’m a hound dog.”
“How do you know a stranger was there?” asked Shep as he scratched his ear.
“Because someone opened the cabinets and ate crackers in the night,” explained Howard. “And I got blamed,”
“Maybe it was George,” yawned Peachfuzz.
“It wasn’t George,” said Howard. “If it was George, then he wouldn’t be blaming me.”