crushed level.
âA second exit,â woofed Blaze.
âA second entry to defend,â grumbled Shep.
The other staircase led deeper into the boat, to the curved beetle-bottom of the hull.
The bottom level of the boat was dark as the Black Dogâs hide. Shep and Blaze pushed open the door from the stairwell and hooked their paws onto the wall, which was now the floor. Shepâs claws scraped one of Higginsâs plastic strips. When clicked, the lights illuminated a narrow hall lined with three doors each in the ceiling and floor, and one door in the wall at the back end of the boat. That door opened into a huge, dark room crowded with pipes and smelling of chemicals and grease, like a pack of Cars was huddled inside. The other rooms â some a few stretches long, others barely a stretch â contained human bed-cushions and little Bath rooms, also with functioning water paws. Each room had one or two small, Higgins-sized windows.
Higgins decided that one of the small rooms near the front of the boat on the bottom level would be good as a kibble storage room. âIâll be able to keep better track of whatâs going in and out if Iâm not amidst the hubbub of the main den.â Shep, Callie, and Blaze helped him to drag the kibble from the boatâs food room to the designated storage room.
When they had finished moving the food, Callie gave the bottom deck of the boat a once-over sniff. âThe big dogs will stay on this level,â she woofed. âThe small on the main level, in that big fancy room.â
âNo good,â barked Blaze. âThen you yappers will be exposed to attack. I say we build ramps into and out of the dens on the lower level for the small and sick and old, and keep the working and fighting dogs closer to the entry points.â
Callie glared at Shep. âI thought you were going to woof with her about the whole âyapperâ issue?â
Shep sighed. âBlaze, Callie doesnât like the word âyapper.â Please donât bark it anymore.â
âFine,â yipped Blaze, like this was a ridiculous request. âWhat do you want to be called?â
Callie seemed flustered by Blazeâs reaction. âWell, small dogs, or just dogs.â Callie regained her defensive stance. âAnd whatâs this about working dogs? You donât think small dogs can work?â
Shep stuck his nose between the two girldogs. âDo we have to get our hackles up about every thing?â he woofed. âCanât we just take each otherâs barks with a bite of kibble? At least pretend to get along? For this sun?â
Both the girldogs dropped their tails and smoothed their hackles.
âYouâre right,â yipped Callie. âIâm sorry.â
âWell,â barked Blaze. âSo long as thatâs settled. Letâs build some ramps.â
âShep!â whined Callie.
Shep sighed. This was not going to work, having to negotiate every woof between Blaze and Callie. âWhy donât I go back and get the rest of the pack? You two stay here and sort yourselves out.â
He turned tail and navigated the maze of holes through the boat before either of them could argue with him. As he stepped Out from the main den onto the crushed floor, he saw Blaze emerge from the stairwellâs exit. She picked her way across the debris; Shep waited.
âI told the yapper â Callie â that she could organize the den however she wanted,â Blaze woofed. âI donât want to push you away.â She touched her nose to Shepâs, and he felt that tingle ripple under his fur.
âCallie has good ideas,â Shep said, trying to stay focused. âYou said so yourself.â
Blaze stepped over a piece of plastic that separated her from Shep. âYouâre right,â she yipped. âAnd she is smart.â Her mismatched eyes sparkled in the golden, late midsun light. âI sense