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CHAPTER 1

I did a double-take.

A shaggy dog stared at me through the
window. I turned my snout to the left and

then to the right. The shaggy dog turned with

me! I woofed my smallest woof at the huge,

curly-headed dog. The dog woofed back, but I
couldn’t hear it.

Behind me, Mrs. Tramill laughed. “Louis,

who do you think you are woofing at? You’re

too smart to fall for that!”
Wait a minute… Was that goofy-looking guy

me?

I tilted my head. The dog in the window

followed.

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