The Climbing Dog

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By, Nan Claire Falkner

Waylon was chosen out of all the dogs at the pound.  The twisted tree was a bonus.   He was a climber. 

Today, he was up to 3 balls–2 soccer and 1 small yellow one, the record being 5.  He also had caught 3 kites, and balloons.

Jessa wanted him to play.  “Waywon, peeez!”

One more look and he would go, but next door, they were playing badminton.  He wanted to watch.
Whomp! Waylon scurried, opened his mouth and chomp!  Everyone was screaming.   Too late, he realized birdie and feathers in his mouth and Mama Bird dive-bombing toward him.

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