Sugar, The Big Brown Dog

Sugar, the big brown dog thinks she is a small dog. She thinks that she is a lap dog and does not realize that if she cuts off the blood flow to her owner’s legs, those legs will fall off. For this very reason, the Vet diagnosed her as having Trans-Breed Disorder. She desperately desires to be some other breed other than Labrador Retriever. She whispered to the vet, “Can you make me a Yorkie?” The vet said, “Insurance doesn’t cover those kind of operations.”

 

     

     

Sugar is unaware of her future legendary status as a children’s book character in a rousing adventure that all six to nine year olds would not only never be able to put down but also never be able to stop talking about. Here is a clip of her first appearance in the classic children’s story Rue Rabbit–A Wild Tale by the yet-to-be wildly famous and someday in the hopefully near future well-known children’s author, Jennifer Porter (shouts of joy and mad applause). BTW Jack is a chipmunk.

 

    Jack had never rescued a tiny baby bunny from a big brown dog before, so he wasn’t very good at it, at first. He scampered through the grass, his tail straight out behind him and across the Wilder’s blacktop driveway. He bounded up the stone wall that circled the flower garden in the center of the driveway then dropped down inside his hole. He never checked to see if Rue was right behind him.

      Safe inside his burrow, Jack tried to slow his heartbeat with easy breaths of air. He rubbed each of his shoulders against the black, fertile dirt wall of his den then shook off and began grooming himself. “Well, that was a close call, little fellow.”

      Only Rue didn’t answer. Rue didn’t make any noise at all. Jack whipped around.

      Rue wasn’t there!

      “Oh, no!” said Jack.

      He scurried out of his burrow and onto the stone wall. Rue wasn’t in the yard, but Sugar was near the picket fence, in front of a bush. She had her nose and front legs flat against the ground and her tail wagged high in the air.

      “Bark, bark, bark!” she said.

       Sugar had Rue trapped against the fence! It was all a big game to that rascal, that devil of a dog, chasing the little animals and scaring them to death.

      There was no telling when Mrs. Wilder would call Sugar back in. There was no telling what would happen if Sugar got her mouth on Rue.

“I must think quickly,” Jack said. “And act even quicker.” He scratched the fur between his ears. “Think quickly. Think quickly.” His entire body told him to run back inside his hole. “No, I’ve got to help the little bunny.”