Lately I’ve been thinking about my favorite book as a child and why. My favorite book (no laughing) was The Poky Little Puppy.
It was a golden book for kids with little spotted puppies. I can still tell you the entire story – lol! – I read it like a million times. I think I identified with that poky little puppy – you see he was the one that was always the last coming home, the loner, the one that stayed behind to explore. Then when he got home he ate all the dessert his brothers and sisters didn’t get because they’d dug under the fence.
Of course in the end, the poky little puppy got caught. Then their mother put up a sign that said no desserts ever for puppies that dig holes under fences. (As if the puppies could read. *snort*)
Anyway, for some reason that book was my absolute favorite.
How about y’all?
























