struggled to get down to play with this new friend, but Ethan held me tight. - W. Bruce Cameron

So, what about new friends? You could make new friends,” Maggie Rose suggested. Bryan snorted. “Like that’s easy. By the time you’re in fifth grade, all the kids have best friends already. Nobody needs a new one.” He got up. “Come on, Brewster.

For the next several minutes nothing much happened, biscuit wise.

As I sat in the sun on the wooden dock that jutted out into the pond, I knew this to be true: my name was Buddy, and I was a good dog.