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GoodReads by Popi – Doh-Rey-Me
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UPDATE 12Sept2026: As I said, I’m still working on the images and cleaning up the language. It’s all taking longer than I want but life happens.
[Chapter 14] What do you mean to take them with me? He had to get to shelter soon. After clearing the front of the cave entrance, he found the opening was solid rock, and the cave wasn’t deep at all. Initially he hoped he could widen the entrance, and the group could take shelter within. The K9s would fit, the old man wouldn’t. Instead, he reached in and grabbed the little furballs one by one and placed them trembling on a blanket. He formed the blanket into a sling and looped it over his shoulder. He was ready to go. They left the den and the mother behind. Shorty wanted to bury the carcass but there was no way he was getting through this soil. He felt horrible, but it was getting colder by the minute, and the snow was coming down heavily again.
They struck out for the camp. He had little hope they would make it that far, and his fears were well found. The storm hit with gale force winds. Shorty couldn’t see the front of the skidoo. The nearest stand of pines was twenty or thirty feet off the trail to his left. The skidoo made it into the trees in a blast of white powder as it plowed through the lower branches heavy with snow. The animals followed him in.
It happened to be the perfect wilderness shelter in an emergency. The lower branches of the pines hang down to form a lean-to all the way to the forest floor. With some strategic placement of tarps and his sleeping mat, they had a warm dry hole in the forest to wait out the storm. Shorty’s biggest problem now was what to feed the kittens. They were still nursing. He thought he might have an idea, and he always had a supply of jerky for himself and the K9s – enough for a day or so on a light diet. He also carried packets of dry oatmeal and cream of wheat. He thought he could make a slurry for the kittens out of that. God, he hoped so.
The wolves would go after food on their own if they were hungry enough. The snow didn’t affect them. They would just tunnel through it. They also knew the forest held the best footing for them where the snow was less deep. That’s where most prey would travel also.
UPDATE 09Sept2026 – I’ve finished curating the visuals through Chapter ten. There are thirty. Now, I’m concerned about all the cussing. I wanted it readable for teens, aware enough of the sick world we live in to not be too shocked by the storyline. Still, the cussing is a bit excessive in some places and it needn’t be. It serves no purpose other than the social relevance of today. I think I’d rather be cleaner. So I’m going to back track once again, and replace all the cussing. PG-13 ish. Only a little longer, folks.
[Chapter 7] What is for supper?
When the surprise of his reappearance faded, the pack headed back to camp with Slammer barely ahead of Doh. Rey and Me were perfectly content to hang back with the two-leg. Besides, their noses told them there was more of that chewy stuff they had last night and this morning. Both kept trying to get at his satchel. He was reminded of the Malinois videos about a litter of eight little rocket dogs who were after a kid trying to get to their feed bowls with a bucket of feed in his hand. Rey and Me were getting closer to sinking one of those needle-sharp canines into some burlap, if not his butt.
Me got a good bite on the satchel and Shorty had to drag her along beside him. Rey was snapping at Me’s tail which was flailing around like a windmill. Doh and finally Slammer came over to find out what was going on. It didn’t take Doh a millisecond to know what the fuss was about, and he joined his sister to relieve the old man of his prize. Shorty had to resort to a sharp “NO” to get them to stop and let go. They let go and ran into the den. Slammer watched the whole thing with a kind of laughter in his eyes. Shorty had never seen this side of his partner. He loved that he didn’t want to eat anything other than squirrels and rabbits, but he wasn’t sure about these wild K9s. He took to them like they were his own kin, and very much a part of our pack.
UPDATE 07Sept2026 – I am finalizing the edits in Book 1 of the Doh-Rey-Me series. I was ready to release it a couple of day’s ago when I remembered how the images were fairly inconsistent characterization-wise. I decided to try and address that issue so the characters would at least look sort of the same through out. I’m through five Chapters and things are looking pretty good. Consistency issues, if any, will show up later in this process. More to come – stay tuned.
[Chapter 1] What is for supper? The three lay quietly near the stiffening body of their mother. It had been hours since the big cat found their den while the mother was hunting. The cat ravaged two siblings before the mother returned and confronted their attacker. She fought the mountain lion to a draw. The lion was satisfied to make off with one of the wolf cubs hanging lifeless from its maw. The mother wolf’s injuries were grave, though. She could only drag the other dead cub away from the den, then return to her live pups, lay down, and shortly die of her wounds. The remaining wolf cubs were afraid, thirsty, hungry, and now alone. The den was near a brook, and the spring runoff kept up the flow of fresh water. The larger of the three wolf cubs timidly made his way to the water’s edge and fitfully drank. His siblings followed. The cat’s spoor was still in the air, so they quickly returned to the den when they’d drunk their fill. They didn’t understand why their mother was still but instinctively knew they were in trouble and cowered close together. The urge to howl was strong. The need to remain unnoticed was more vital. They huddled closer and waited.
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