Scraggly NO MORE!
By Susan Chodakiewitz Illustrated by Veronica Walsh
The scraggly dog of El Camino Street FINALLY had a home, a family to cuddle with, kids to play with, and his very own spot on the couch to curl into.
Yet ONE thing was STILL terribly missing. He STILL did not have a name!
“I need a name that’s TRULY me. I need a name that lets ME BE ME!” barked scraggly dog.
But no body seemed to listen.
Nanny wanted to call him Strudel. “ He just loves my apple strudel,” said Nanny.
But scraggly dog also loved pop corn and ice cream and Grandpa’s noodle kugel.
“Let’s call him BUBBLES,” said Uncle Breezy. He can share my bubble bath!
But scraggly was not at all fond of water.
“Let’s call him Pavoroti,” said Grandma after my favorite opera singer!
But when scraggly sang along to Grandma’s favorite aria everyone plugged their ears!
I need a name that’s TRULY ME. I need a name that lets ME BE ME!” barked Scraggly Dog.
Now Ben and his pet fish wanted to name him Jacque Cousteau. But scraggly dog preferred digging up Mr. Snoozle’s backyard rather than ocean expeditions.
“Let’s name him Versace said cousin Rose. But wearing cousin Roses new line of dog fashions was not on Scraggly’s important to-do list.
“I like the name Dickens,” said Mr. Snoozle.
“What about Ajax?” said Mrs. Featherplume.
“His name should be Rocket Boy,” Dad said.
“I want his name to be Hendrix” said Jim.
“Muffin is a good name,” said Hannah.
Ms. Daisycup thought Seymour was the perfect name. That was the name of her high school sweetheart.
“I don’t feel like a Dickens or a Sparkles or a Muffin or a Hendrix. Not like a Rocket Boy and certainly NOT like a Seymour.”
“I need a name that’s TRULY ME. I need a name that lets ME BE ME!” barked Scraggly Dog.
Just then the doorbell rang. It was Ms. Mary Jane, Sam’s kindergarten teacher.
Ms. Mary Jane came to see Sam’s new dog.
“I LOVE your new dog!” said Ms. Mary Jane. “and the happy way he wags his tail.”
“WAGS!” said SAM. And into Sam’s arms jumped WAGS.
“Finally!” said WAGS. A name that is TRULY ME!”