Pups Alone -

Just as Charlie reached for the first bag, the familiar rumble of a car engine echoed down the street. "Human alert!" Rex barked sharply.

In a blur of fur, the council disbanded. Charlie grabbed one small bag in his teeth and sprinted back through the hedge, sliding into his living room just as the front door handle turned. When his humans walked in, they found him exactly where they left him: curled up on the rug, looking like the world’s most innocent dog. Pups Alone

The challenge now was the box itself. It was taped tight and surprisingly heavy. Just as Charlie reached for the first bag,

With a synchronized heave, the pups tipped the box. The cardboard groaned and finally gave way, spilling a mountain of sealed bags across the porch. The scent of hickory-smoked bacon filled the air, better than any dream. Charlie grabbed one small bag in his teeth

"We need leverage," Gidget commanded. "Charlie, use your weight on the left side. Mochi, get under the flap. On three—one, two, three!"

Within minutes, three heads popped up along the perimeter. There was Gidget , a high-strung but brilliant Jack Russell Terrier; Rex, a massive, aging German Shepherd who had seen it all; and Mochi, a tiny Pomeranian with a surprisingly deep bark.