Little Dog, Big Bark. Big Dog, Little Bark
Phoebe was a little dog with a big bark.
ARF! WOOF! GRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
"Such a big bark from an itty-bitty dog,” people would laugh. “That’s ridiculous!” This made Phoebe mad.
Boris was a big dog. His owners wanted him to be a great, big, scary watchdog. They gave him a leather collar with pointy metal studs and hung “BEWARE OF VICIOUS DOG!" signs all over the place. But Boris didn’t want to scare people. Boris wanted to do tricks and flips. Boris wanted to stand on his hind legs and dance. Boris wanted to sit on people’s laps and cuddle. Boris had an itty bitty bark.
Yip. Yip. Yap.
"Such a little bark from a great, big dog,” people would snicker. “That’s ridiculous."
This made Boris sad.
ARF! WOOF! GRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
"Such a big bark from an itty-bitty dog,” people would laugh. “That’s ridiculous!” This made Phoebe mad.
Boris was a big dog. His owners wanted him to be a great, big, scary watchdog. They gave him a leather collar with pointy metal studs and hung “BEWARE OF VICIOUS DOG!" signs all over the place. But Boris didn’t want to scare people. Boris wanted to do tricks and flips. Boris wanted to stand on his hind legs and dance. Boris wanted to sit on people’s laps and cuddle. Boris had an itty bitty bark.
Yip. Yip. Yap.
"Such a little bark from a great, big dog,” people would snicker. “That’s ridiculous."
This made Boris sad.
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Phoebe’s owners gave her fancy haircuts and frilly clothes.
"Oh, Phoebe, darling!" they’d say, "You sooooooooooooooooooo precious!" Phoebe would bark extra, extra loud. ARRROOOOOOO! "My name is NOT Phoebe! It’s Fang!" HOWL WITH DELIGHT AS YOU READ ALONG WITH BORIS AND PHOEBE! |
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