A dog needs a bone!

A dog needs a bone!    story and pictures by Audrey Wood          Mitress, Kind mistress, please give me a bone, and I'll stay by your side, no more will I roam.  A wheat bone, a treat bone, a toy bone, a squeak bone... and old one, a new one, I simply must have something to chew on!  Will my mistress PLEASE give me a bone? I'll sweep your floors. I'll answer your phone. I'll treat you like a queen on a throne.  I'll never chase cats, or howl at the moon, or dig up your flowers in the hot afternoon, or play with the paper in your pink powder room.  If my mistress will PLEASE give me a bone! OH, NO! Where did she go? My mistress has left me. I'm sad and alone. What will I do when she is not home? I know....I'll snuggle the scarf she dropped on the floor.  Then I'll nap on her bed and have a good snore.

What's that? WOOF!

Could it be her car door?

"I'm home!" she called. "I've been to the store."

"There's something for you. Come over here, please.

Have a carrot, some broccoli, some squash, a few peas."

"No peas?" said my mistress. "I should have known."

Then she reached in a bag.............

AND PULLED OUT

A BONE!