Sparky’s tongue always got him into trouble.
He was just a puppy, but he knew that all the trouble couldn’t be his fault. It was his tongue!
Like today, when Sparky managed to pull snag the ice cream container out of the trash can. He wanted to show the master that he had thrown the tub away too early. He could smell cookies and cream stuck at the bottom. He was really careful and, even with his recent injury his tongue had caused, he hadn’t spilled any garbage on the kitchen floor. His tongue, though, wanted a taste, and that’s what started the trouble this time.
It was always his tongue that made Sparky misbehave. It made him break things. It created hopeless messes. It provoked the master and made him shake his finger at him. It even made the master call Sparky a naughty little dog! His tongue sometimes made Sparky feel so sad that he had to run and hide behind the big recliner in the master’s den.
However, even back there out of sight, he couldn’t get away from his tongue. The sneaky pink thing was always right there, right in his mouth, just behind his teeth. It even popped out of his mouth all the time, wiggling and drooling all over the place. No matter how hard Sparky tried, he could never keep it tucked away out of sight. It was always looking for trouble.
And trouble was so easy for his tongue to find.
Once, it found trouble in the kitchen when the master dropped an ice cube. Sparky just wanted to sniff it, to see what the cold thing smelled like, but guess what his tongue did?
It popped out, it touched the cube, and it stuck there! It wouldn’t let go!
Sparky shook his head until his ears clapped. He hopped in a circle. He yipped and yapped. Then, he ran all around the kitchen, shaking and hopping and yipping and yapping, but he couldn’t get his tongue to drop that ice cube. When Sparky knocked over his water bowl, the master yelled, and only then, of course, did his tongue finally let go. The ice cube fell right into his food dish where it melted all over his Nibbly Dibbles – Yuck! Sparky liked his dibbles crispy! Not soggy and mushy!
His tongue didn’t care though. It liked everything wet.
His tongue found trouble once when the master had company. Sparky hopped onto the bed just to wag his tail and say hello to the master’s friend. He wanted to show her the new trick his master had taught him. He just wanted to be friendly. He didn’t want to scare her and make her scream. His tongue did that. The master punished Sparky though. He shook his finger, called him a naughty little dog, and then locked him in the garage with the noisy crickets.
His tongue didn’t care about the garage. It kept trying to lick one of the crickets.
Another time his tongue caused so much trouble that Sparky had to visit the vet. The master was cleaning the hallway upstairs, and Sparky was having fun playing one of his favorite games – tag the vacuum cleaner. He was having a good time, and everything would have been fine if his tongue had behaved itself. The vacuum didn’t mind barking, the vacuum didn’t mind snapping, the vacuum didn’t even mind a little chewing, but Sparky found out that it hated wet dog tongues. Sparky rushed in to tag the machine, his tongue stuck itself out, and the vacuum bit his tongue right on its pink tip. Sparky yelped, jumped back, and fell right down the stairs. He hurt his back and had to ride in the car to the clinic. Sparky hated that place – the scary smells upset his stomach, and he was already hurting from his tumble downstairs.
His tongue didn’t mind getting hurt though. It didn’t even care that the vacuum had bitten it. It was still having a great time licking the strange thing the vet put around Sparky’s back legs.
Then, his tongue caused this latest disaster with the ice cream container. It just had to have a taste and got Sparky’s head stuck inside the plastic tub. The tub covered his eyes, it covered his ears, and his nose couldn’t smell anything except ice cream. He tried to bark, but the tub was too tightly wedged around his face. He wanted to roll on his back or run around, but he still had the vet thing on his back legs and couldn’t.
He could shake his head from side to side. The tub didn’t budge though. It was stuck on his collar, he thought. Then, he knocked something over. The trash can, he realized when he felt crinkly wrappers and slimy banana peels under his front paws. It made a big mess, he guessed, and something yucky had probably fallen into his Nibbly Dibbles, too. With what felt like wet coffee grounds stuck in his paws, he backed his way slowly out of the kitchen, whining for help the whole time.
It took Sparky a long time, but he finally found the master. The master had his friend over again. Sparky heard her laughing and knew that it was at him. He whined louder and shook his trapped head. The tub hit something, and there was a huge crash and a female screamed. Then, the master shouted the dreaded words – “Naughty little dog!” – and even through the plastic container, Sparky knew that the finger was shaking at him.
His tongue didn’t care about words or fingers though. It didn’t care about being stuck in a tub or knocking over trash cans or soggy dibbles or tracking coffee grounds all through the master’s house. It didn’t even care about loud crashes or screaming ladies.
His tongue did like ice cream though, and, no matter how much Sparky whined and tried to keep his mouth shut inside that ice cream tub, his tongue just kept licking and licking and licking…
He was just a puppy, but he knew that all the trouble couldn’t be his fault. It was his tongue!
Like today, when Sparky managed to pull snag the ice cream container out of the trash can. He wanted to show the master that he had thrown the tub away too early. He could smell cookies and cream stuck at the bottom. He was really careful and, even with his recent injury his tongue had caused, he hadn’t spilled any garbage on the kitchen floor. His tongue, though, wanted a taste, and that’s what started the trouble this time.
It was always his tongue that made Sparky misbehave. It made him break things. It created hopeless messes. It provoked the master and made him shake his finger at him. It even made the master call Sparky a naughty little dog! His tongue sometimes made Sparky feel so sad that he had to run and hide behind the big recliner in the master’s den.
However, even back there out of sight, he couldn’t get away from his tongue. The sneaky pink thing was always right there, right in his mouth, just behind his teeth. It even popped out of his mouth all the time, wiggling and drooling all over the place. No matter how hard Sparky tried, he could never keep it tucked away out of sight. It was always looking for trouble.
And trouble was so easy for his tongue to find.
Once, it found trouble in the kitchen when the master dropped an ice cube. Sparky just wanted to sniff it, to see what the cold thing smelled like, but guess what his tongue did?
It popped out, it touched the cube, and it stuck there! It wouldn’t let go!
Sparky shook his head until his ears clapped. He hopped in a circle. He yipped and yapped. Then, he ran all around the kitchen, shaking and hopping and yipping and yapping, but he couldn’t get his tongue to drop that ice cube. When Sparky knocked over his water bowl, the master yelled, and only then, of course, did his tongue finally let go. The ice cube fell right into his food dish where it melted all over his Nibbly Dibbles – Yuck! Sparky liked his dibbles crispy! Not soggy and mushy!
His tongue didn’t care though. It liked everything wet.
His tongue found trouble once when the master had company. Sparky hopped onto the bed just to wag his tail and say hello to the master’s friend. He wanted to show her the new trick his master had taught him. He just wanted to be friendly. He didn’t want to scare her and make her scream. His tongue did that. The master punished Sparky though. He shook his finger, called him a naughty little dog, and then locked him in the garage with the noisy crickets.
His tongue didn’t care about the garage. It kept trying to lick one of the crickets.
Another time his tongue caused so much trouble that Sparky had to visit the vet. The master was cleaning the hallway upstairs, and Sparky was having fun playing one of his favorite games – tag the vacuum cleaner. He was having a good time, and everything would have been fine if his tongue had behaved itself. The vacuum didn’t mind barking, the vacuum didn’t mind snapping, the vacuum didn’t even mind a little chewing, but Sparky found out that it hated wet dog tongues. Sparky rushed in to tag the machine, his tongue stuck itself out, and the vacuum bit his tongue right on its pink tip. Sparky yelped, jumped back, and fell right down the stairs. He hurt his back and had to ride in the car to the clinic. Sparky hated that place – the scary smells upset his stomach, and he was already hurting from his tumble downstairs.
His tongue didn’t mind getting hurt though. It didn’t even care that the vacuum had bitten it. It was still having a great time licking the strange thing the vet put around Sparky’s back legs.
Then, his tongue caused this latest disaster with the ice cream container. It just had to have a taste and got Sparky’s head stuck inside the plastic tub. The tub covered his eyes, it covered his ears, and his nose couldn’t smell anything except ice cream. He tried to bark, but the tub was too tightly wedged around his face. He wanted to roll on his back or run around, but he still had the vet thing on his back legs and couldn’t.
He could shake his head from side to side. The tub didn’t budge though. It was stuck on his collar, he thought. Then, he knocked something over. The trash can, he realized when he felt crinkly wrappers and slimy banana peels under his front paws. It made a big mess, he guessed, and something yucky had probably fallen into his Nibbly Dibbles, too. With what felt like wet coffee grounds stuck in his paws, he backed his way slowly out of the kitchen, whining for help the whole time.
It took Sparky a long time, but he finally found the master. The master had his friend over again. Sparky heard her laughing and knew that it was at him. He whined louder and shook his trapped head. The tub hit something, and there was a huge crash and a female screamed. Then, the master shouted the dreaded words – “Naughty little dog!” – and even through the plastic container, Sparky knew that the finger was shaking at him.
His tongue didn’t care about words or fingers though. It didn’t care about being stuck in a tub or knocking over trash cans or soggy dibbles or tracking coffee grounds all through the master’s house. It didn’t even care about loud crashes or screaming ladies.
His tongue did like ice cream though, and, no matter how much Sparky whined and tried to keep his mouth shut inside that ice cream tub, his tongue just kept licking and licking and licking…
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