Anne H. White

“Come on, Junket. Come find the little boy,” Montgomery repeated, and moved off, the sweater in his hand. Junket jumped to his feet and was suddenly overcome with excitement and relief. He understood what was wanted of him! It was that old pair-of-slippers trick, where he had to smell a slipper or a glove in one place, then go to another place and find the other one. It was simple enough, and all done with his good trusty nose.”
― Anne H. White, Junket: The Dog Who Liked Everything "Just So"

“It took Cubby less time than it takes to tell to turn the Beginners into a growling, snarling, shrieking, shouting, sobbing turmoil. A boxer sprang at him from the left and an Airedale from the right, in spite of the efforts of their owners to restrain them. Cubby slipped out from under their impact, leaving the dogs savagely trying to chew up each other and each other’s handler. Cubby then hastily examined the two miniature poodles, who to a retriever looked temptingly portable with all that soft, woolly covering. He tried one, but its owner bent down to rescue it. He raised his head to give her a friendly lick. This knocked off her glasses. To find them she let go the leash, and Cubby, followed by the yapping poodles, collided with a lady and two dachshunds. The lady wished to assist in the hunt for the glasses but found herself surrounded by four small dogs on four long leashes all tangled up under one big dog and his chain.”
― Anne H. White, A Dog Called Scholar