The downtown clock peels five chimes. Doggie's tummy feels
hungry.
Doggie quickens his pace as his paws race him toward the scent of roast
beef drifting through the west door of Mistress Missus' kitchen carrying
the promise of a very excellent supper.
At bedtime, curled in a warm drowsy ball against the north wall of #1
Corrugated Box, beneath the porch lamp's full amber beam, Doggie
welcomes goodnight dreams.
Doggie, the delightful inhabitant of #1 Corrugated Box, in the quaint
village of Side Streets pauses to visit with his friends and observe
exciting events as he traipses through the seasons - fall, winter,
spring and, summer.