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a new puppy.”
    â€œBut what is it?”
    â€œIt’s a Scottish terrier,” Carl said.
    Mama frowned. “I didn’t know they were white. The ones I’ve seen are black. Are you sure it isn’t a big rat?” Mama smiled as she held the squirming, fuzzy beast up for a better look.
    â€œWe’re sure!” The big kids all spoke at once.
    It was the first time I got a good look at it. It was white and fuzzy and as ugly as could be. It had this long pink tongue that kept flopping out of its mouth when it tried to lick Mama’s hand. And the back end of the thing kept wiggling so hard, I thought it might shake apart. (At least, I think it was the back end. Mostly the thing was just fuzz and fluff. It was hard to tell the front from the back.)
    â€œIsn’t he cute!” Heather sat down next to Mama. Dana moved nearer. I jumped to the top of the big wooden chest near the kitchen door. I needed a better view, out of reach of this big rat!
    Curling my tail around me, I licked my paws and washed my face. I kept one eye on the fuzzy, wiggly, little beast below me.
    The Grandkids were laughing and petting it, all at the same time. Each one pushed to get closer.
    It was hard to see what this animal reallylooked like with all the family gathered around it.

    â€œOkay, kids, it’s time to give Grandmother a chance to hold her puppy by herself. Go get your stuff and leave them alone for just a little while.” Carl scooted the Grandkids toward the bedroom doors. He kind of held his arms out and waved them—like Daddy did when he was herding cows in the big lot behind the barn.
    â€œGo play with your toys. The playroom will be a good place. Give your grandmother just a while.”
    â€œAwww gee, Dad! He’s so cute.” Josh looked up at Carl. “Can I take him outside when Grandma gets through playing with him?”
    â€œSure, son,
but later!”
He jabbed a sharp finger toward the bedroom. “Now, scat. Take the girls and go play for a while.”
    â€œOkay! Come on, Kensey! Jenny and Katie get her hands.” The Grandkids bounced toward the hallway.
    I didn’t like the looks of the thing on Mama’s lap. It was horrible! The animal was covered with shaggy white fur. Even its eyes were hidden by the long fuzz. Its short legs shook in the air as Mama gave it a nice tummy rub. It was disgusting. I could use a good rub, but instead, the beast got one.
    I jumped down from the chest, then walked over and rubbed against the door.
    â€œMee … ow! I need some fresh air.”
    â€œWill somebody let that cat out?” Daddy called from the kitchen.
    When the door opened, I slid out as quickly as I could. Cold air shook my whiskers as I stepped to the end of the porch. There was no sunshine. Just another cold and dreary day.
    There was this strange white covering all over the ground. I frowned. When I stepped off the porch it went crunch under my paws. I yanked my foot back and looked. I touched it with my tongue. The white stuff was cold but tasted just like rainwater. Whatever the stuff was, it wasn’t bad—just cold.
    I checked all of my favorite spots. The apple tree. The woodpile. The holly bushes. I even peeked into the barn. Three rats were in a corner eating grain. Nora, the big rat, glared up at me. Okay … time to go back in with my people. At the front of the house I jumped to the ledge under the window.
    â€œMeee … ow! I need in! It’s cold out here. Me … ow!” I could see the little furball asleep on Mama’s lap. That should be me—all warm and cozy!
    I jumped down and scratched on the door. When it opened, I dashed in and ran for the bedroom.Like usual, Callie was asleep on the pillow.
    â€œHey, Callie! Wake up! There is a new animal in the house. It’s on Mama! She likes it. I don’t! What are we going to do?”
    Callie opened one eye. “Relax, Gray. It’s only a puppy. They