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snuggled him. Then she put him in the box.
    He didn’t stay.
    She caught him and put him in the box once more. He hopped out again. When she put him back the last time, she got a big cushion from the couch and put it on the box as a lid.
    â€œSettle down, pup. The whole house is going to be up if you don’t get quiet!”
    The door shut. I was trapped. The dog whined and whined. He bounced against the box. It rocked back and forth. The cushion wobbled, then fell off. Wiggling and squirming, the white ball of fluff tumbled out of the box. Then …
    He came straight for me.
    This was the night I moved to a new level in the house.
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CHAPTER 7
    I stayed on the back of the couch most of the night. I didn’t get a bit of sleep. Every time I so much as thought about dozing off, the puppy would bounce against the bottom of the furniture. He shook my couch and tried to get his short front paws up to the seat. He scratched against the bottom cushion. He chased his tail and yapped.
    â€œYap, yap, play with me!” he cried.
    I tried to ignore him. Maybe he would go away. At least maybe he would go to sleep.
    â€œYap, yap, I miss my mother. I miss my brothers and sisters.”
    I curled up on the back of the couch and watched out of one eye. The puppy didn’t give up. Finally he perked his ears and went to the door.
    â€œYap, yap! Let me out! I want to play.”
    The puppy jumped up against the door. Clawing at the wood, he continued yapping. Callie had warned me about scratching on the door. But I didn’t tell the little white ball of fur. Instead, I decided to watch and see what would happen if the puppy kept it up.
    It was just a few minutes before the door flew open. Daddy stood over the small pup. He slapped a newspaper against the palm of his hand.
    It didn’t scare the puppy—not one little bit. He jumped up against Daddy’s leg. Daddy smacked the newspaper again. The white furball just bounced all over the place. Daddy reached down and lifted him up so he could look him square in the eye.
    â€œListen, dog. We’ve got to get some rest here. Settle down and go to sleep.” He put the beast back into the box and replaced the cushion over the top.
    The puppy must have been pretty tired. He soon settled down into the towels at the bottom of the box.
    I fell asleep, listening to the clicking of the white stuff against the window.
    Before it even got light, sounds began coming from the living room. I crept past the box full of puppy. I peeked under the door. A whole bunchof feet were scurrying around. I reached my paw under and pulled at the wood. Feet shuffled nearer.
    Mama opened the door and scooped me up. She shut the door quietly.
    â€œAre you trying to wake up the puppy?” Mama glared me in the eye. The next thing I knew I was out on the front porch.
    Quickly I took care of my business and hurried back to wait for someone to let me in.
    I hopped up on the window ledge and looked inside. People moved around. They bumped into one another, smiled, talked, then scurried about some more.
    Suddenly the door opened. I tried to sneak in. A foot pushed me back outside. I jumped on the rocker and fluffed my fur to keep warm.
    Carl and Paul carried boxes and suitcases to the driveway. They made lots of trips back and forth. Just as the sky began to brighten, Dana and Heather bundled the Grandkids up in coats, hats, and gloves. Then they brought things that had been in the boxes under the tree and stuffed armloads of toys and presents into their pudgy little hands. At last the whole group headed down the sidewalk. Mama and Daddy followed them out. I hopped down and walked to the end of the yard, where I could see what was going on.
    After hugs and kisses and more talking, thekids and Grandkids piled into a car or a van. When they drove away, Mama and Daddy walked toward the front door.
    â€œCome on, Gray. Let’s go in!” Mama grabbed me up in her arms. I could sense