Arrow didn’t think the book tasted too good.
Poor Ken. He lived in New York City during 911. And in New Orleans when Katrina hit. He lives in New Orleans now. Arrow and me and my mom are hoping he and his doggies are all safe. You can read his blog here and find out how he is doing. And maybe say hello.
Mostly I learned about doggies that are called pit bulls from Ken. Here in Denver humans love doggies. All except pit bulls. They don’t let pit bulls live here. They are not sure what pit bulls are, so they have to look at the doggie and decide if he’s a pit bull. I’m sure glad I don’t look like a pit bull.
Forrest got out of his yard. (He says his brother dug a hole under the fence.) He came to Denver for the second time and the doggie police were going to kill him!! Just for looking like a doggie they don’t like. People who love doggies got very upset.
Finally the doggie police sent Forrest to a shelter in another state. Utah! They didn’t kill him but they didn’t let him go home. Here he is, saying goodbye.
They should punish the people who hurt doggies. Not the doggies and the people who love them.