![]() ![]() It is my childhood dream of having a dog, perhaps a somewhat universal dream, that fuels the emotional life of the young child that cares so lovingly for Biscuit. When I sit down the following morning to put pen to paper, it is my daughter’s gentle voice and patient actions that guide the story. It is at this very juncture of time that the seeds of Biscuit are created. ![]() And when he finally pads into the bedroom at her heels…woosh – I am whisked back to my childhood bedroom where I pore over my worn copy of Henry and Ribsy by Beverly Cleary again and again. Most importantly, she converses with the dog as if he understands every word she is saying. She bestows hugs and kisses and…more hugs and kisses. My daughter brings a bedtime snack, a blanket, and a doll to our rambunctious guest. Our guest of honor is a neighbor’s large, tawny dog who is too excited to settle down and go to sleep. If only I could find a dog - a dog who followed at my heels, a dog who listened to my every word, a dog to share my adventures with!įast forward a number of years, and I am happily hosting a “puppy sleepover” with my young daughter. Henry became my soulmate, and his dog, Ribsy, became my favorite puppy. When Henry found his beloved dog Ribsy and carried him home in a cardboard box, it gave me hope as a reader that I might one day have a real puppy, too. But with one story the librarian pressed into my hands, I felt closer to my dream than ever before. Through weekly trips to the public library, my puppy existed in the many books and stories I read voraciously. Growing up in Brooklyn, NY, I always dreamed of having a puppy. ![]()
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