“Let me just say this, mister,” I told him in a stern voice. “Your apology is not accepted.” “You were embarrassing, Cheerio,” Ashley said. “And you wasted a lot of time.” “Listen to you guys,” Frankie said. “You’re worse than parents. The little guy feels bad on his own. He’s just a dog.” “Yeah, he’s just a dog who’s being irresponsible,” I said. Uh-oh. Dad voice alert. There it was again. “Hey, kids,” Papa Pete called out from the bench. “Look who’s here.” It was Nick McKelty, lumbering into the park on his tree-stump legs. You could almost hear the ground rumbling beneath his size-twelve feet. Next to this gigantoid, whose neck resembled three flagpoles tied together, was the smallest dog you’ve ever seen. I mean, officially it was a Chihuahua, but I’m here to tell you, that dog was just a step up from a mouse in a rat suit. If Nick didn’t watch where he was going, he could mistake his dog for a pitless cherry and crush it into a fruit cocktail.
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