"So, the lesson is to never sell your best friends and to beware of strangers," Duke declared. His tail wagged happily. Everyone applauded at the end of the story. "That is a great lesson, both of them," Snowball remarked. Nodding his head, Max added, "I definitely live by that last lesson."

"Then why am I here?" Snowball challenged. Max didn't respond.

"Fat Dog, get off my tail," Pops snarled. He was glaring at the Newfoundland mix. Smiling nervously, Duke finally got up. Huffing, the elderly basset hound turned towards the mutt and growled, "You will now have seven months of bad luck."

"That's not true," Duke replied. Sticking his tongue out at the much larger canine, Pops turned to the rest of the gang. They all shrank back. They knew what was about to happen. Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, the old dog stated as calmly as he could, "If you all don't mind, I have another story. This is a little girl who goes into the forest-"

"Little Red Riding Hood?!" Gidget yipped excitedly. Bouncing up and down, she cheered, "Aw yeah this one is my jam!" Pops couldn't even say a word before the fluffy white Pomeranian kicked him away. Tail wagging a million miles per hour, she remarked, "Once upon a time..."