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ladies. Are they the only two visitors to that Dog Park? And why don’t they come to this one? “Great memory,” I say. “So, uh, have you two been coming here for always?”
    They exchange glances, then look back at me. “What do you mean? We live here,” Goldie says.
    I cock my head. “You live in a Dog Park?”
    Goldie gets an irritated look and opens her mouth. But before she can answer, Patches says, “Was that our short human you were trying to chase just now?”
    â€œWhat? No, it was mine. Hattie, remember?”
    â€œOh, we remember,” Goldie says with a growl. “Howdid you say it, super best friends? You do everything together. Isn’t that right?”
    Patches rolls her eyes at Goldie, then turns back to me. “I meant Angel.”
    â€œWow, she’s your short human?” No wonder she smelled like Golden Retriever and . . . whatever kind of dog Patches is.
    â€œWell, she used to be,” Goldie says.
    I look at her sideways. “Isn’t she still?”
    â€œTechnically, yes. But things change.” Patches lowers her head. “In the beginning, she was fun, a lot like your Hattie. We’d walk to the river and play fetch—”
    â€œI believe it was the pond and we played Frisbee,” Goldie corrects.
    â€œFact is,” Patches says, a faraway gleam in her eye, “she used to be great. I thought she would always stay that way.”
    Goldie scowls. “I knew it wouldn’t last.”
    â€œAs I recall, you were awfully fond of her,” Patches says. “We both were.”
    â€œShe had a lot of potential. Like most short humans,” Goldie says.
    â€œIt’s so tragic,” Patches says. “Short humans never stay interested in anything for very long.”
    â€œSad, but true.” Goldie huffs. “They go from one thing to another. Without even looking back.”
    â€œNowadays, she acts like we’re not even here,” Patches says, a little yelp in her voice.
    Goldie paws the ground. “She’s totally forgotten about the good times we used to have . . .”
    â€œGee, that’s such a bummer for you,” I say. “But not all short humans are like that. Hattie’s different.”
    Goldie snorts. “Are you sure about that?”
    â€œYou don’t know her. She’s completely devoted to me,” I insist. “She’s the best short human ever.”
    â€œMaybe that’s how it was
before
,” Goldie says, drawing out the last word. “But it doesn’t look that way now.”
    â€œWhat are you talking about?” I say, but when I gaze up into the giant tree, I have my answer. Hattie’s smiling face is poking out of the squirrel-house window. Without me. And a massive boulder crushes my heart.

Hattie and Angel stay up in the squirrel house for a Long, Long Time. I curl up in the cool grass while Goldie and Patches wander away, muttering to each other.
    I wait and wait. Until finally, the leafy leaves whoosh, the branches sway, and two pairs of feet are scaling down the giant tree.
    Yippee! I leap as high as I can, pawing furiously at the bottom rung. “That’s my short human!” I bark. “I knew you’d come back.”
    Hattie reaches the ladder-y step just above my head, then jumps. “Wheeeee!” she shouts, landing in the grass with a giggle.
    Angel looks like she wants to jump, too, but changesher mind. She continues climbing down as I’m springing up.
    My brown paw swipes Angel’s calf, and somehow she loses her footing. “Oh no!” she wails.
    I back away as she falls, landing—
splat!
—on the ground.
    Hattie rushes to Angel’s side, her face full of concern.
    â€œOwwwww!” Angel cries. She rubs her bum, scowling at me. She gets to her feet and dusts off her clothes. “All-rite,” she says to Hattie.
    Hattie looks relieved. Next thing I