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Book One

 

Clance

The Wonder Dog

The Greatest Dog

On Earth

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Book Two

Theodore Frank

The Finest Dog

Around

Introduction

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Memorials to Lost Friends

Book I

Clance The Wonder Dog The Greatest Dog On Earth

My Formative Years or How I Earned My Name

Chapter I

My name is Clance The Wonder Dog The Greatest Dog On Earth. That may seem like a pretentious name to some, but anyone one who’s familiar with us Cairn Terriers isn’t surprised by it. Most people just call me Clancy. I didn’t start out with that name. Nope, I was originally known as Molly.

You see I was born in the fall of 2003 in Lyndon, Kansas. I don’t remember my parents. I’m told they we’re a great couple. Pop is ToTo’s J. R. Sha and Ma is Dot’s Tickle Britches.

When I was a puppy I joined a family in Grandview, Kansas. They had a teenage daughter who named me Molly. I spent a lot of time with her when I first joined the family. As time went by she started spending more time with her friends. She soon graduated high school and was preparing to go away to college. With her gone so much I was left to spend my time either in a small travel crate or out in the back yard.

Spending a lot of time alone outside in the back yard, I started collecting balls. These balls were very popular collector items.  I know because whenever one bounced into the yard some stranger would come in and try to take it away from me. Good luck to them, anything that came into my yard automatically became mine. I’d wait until they got really close to me, then I’d throw the ball over my back and let them try to pick it up. Just as they would bend over to pick it up, I’d race under their legs and grab it for my own collection. 

I learned these balls were so popular because they were golf balls. Not too many people got away with stealing my golf balls. Though they tried pretty hard, most of them would come into the yard carrying a long stick with a steel lump at the end of it they called them golf clubs. They’d get all flustered and wave their clubs in the air at me. Yeah Right! I’m a Cairn Terrier and we don’t scare easy.

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