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eBook Description: They don't come much more cantankerous and irritable than old Roy, an unfulfilled farmer with numerous failed schemes for riches. One of those failures resulted in his ownership of the most lovable pooch in the County... a dog named Silver. The bundle of fun and affection never ceases to be a source of ire for the old man, but tonight is different. This Christmas Eve, there are trespassers afoot on Roy's property and he has hopes to chase them off with his dog and a shotgun. Silver, of course, has other ideas...

eBook Publisher: Echelon Press, Published: 2004, 2004
Fictionwise Release Date: November 2005

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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [223 KB], eReader (PDB) [36 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [10 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [10 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [63 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [81 KB], hiebook (KML) [84 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [66 KB], iSilo (PDB) [8 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [10 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [50 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [17 KB]
Words: 2750
Reading time: 7-11 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
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ISBN: 1590803671

A night snow blurred the view out my window, a million flakes reflecting the illumination of floodlights like shining angels congregating on Earth before the sun calls them back to Heaven the following day. I hated it. Making matters worse was the black and white bundle of energetic dog grunting, squirming, and pawing at the air in the pleasure of scratching his back on the carpet of our living room. Quite unlike yours truly, it didn't take much to make him happy.

"Silver, cut it out for crying out loud. I'm trying to work here."

At the sound of my raspy voice, the five-year-old Springer Spaniel flipped to his stomach, tongue out and brown eyes finding mine with an expression of adoration. You'd think after all this time, he'd figure out I was a complete and hopeless grump. It didn't look like today would be the day.

"What are you looking at? Why don't you go do something useful for a change? Go patrol."

His curly ears perked higher a millisecond before a scramble of legs propelled him out the "doggy door" like a shot from a cannon. There wasn't a word he liked better than "patrol." Come fair or foul weather, he loved bounding the perimeter of our acreage. I kept hoping he might someday perform a beneficial chore during one of his runs, like chase varmints or show trespassers a flash of teeth, but Silver had different ideas. His version of winter patrol included frolicking with bunnies and creating puppy igloos from various snowdrifts among the rocks.