Chapter Two: 

   . . . I went padding up to Slim, just as he was going through the gate. I was glad to see the old rascal, and as you might expect, he was delighted to see me.

    “Hi Hankie, what do you think of this snow?” I jumped up on him and barked. He liked that. Things were definitely going my way, but just then a certain cat who had been loafing around on the front porch came streaking down the sidewalk.

    I bristled and a growl began to rumble in my lower throat. “Scram, cat. This...