Biscuit’s Secret Garden Dash — Under the slanty roof of his cedar doghouse, Biscuit tucked a tiny blue spoon behind one ear and bounced onto the pebble path. Tap-tap, swish-swish! Read the full story →
Under the slanty roof of his cedar doghouse, Biscuit tucked a tiny blue spoon behind one ear and bounced onto the pebble path. Tap-tap, swish-swish! He scooped rainwater from the watering can, dripped it beside the daisies, and zipped back before the bees finished buzzing. The spoon looked like an ordinary snack spoon, but Biscuit used it to measure just enough water for every thirsty root. “One scoop for you!” he whispered, tail thumping the doorway.
Then the morning sun flashed on something white by the path: his chew bone. Biscuit trotted over, ready for a victory nibble, but stopped. The bone was not a bone at all—it was a smooth little bridge he had placed there last night, so beetles could cross the muddy crack without getting stuck. Soon tiny legs tickled across it, and Biscuit sat proudly, saying nothing. Next time you spot the bone by the path, imagine the parade going tap-tap, swish-swish.
