Diary of a Wimpy Kid: Dog Days Page #6

The waiting list for our troop

is a mile long.

Everybody wants to join

the best of the best.

Is that your dog? We grew up with a dog.

Nutty. Frank named him.

You can never be too young

to learn responsibility.

You should get your boys a dog.

Yeah. That's a great idea.

I think I'll speak to Dad

about my suspicions.

Do whatever you want.

I will.

Okay! Okay!

I don't really have a job.

Holly Hills is a member,

if I'm at the country club,

I can hang out with her.

I knew it.

So is Heather Hills there, too?

- Heather who?

- I want in.

I can't get you in there.

I go as Rowley's guest.

I'll go as your guest.

I can't bring the guest. I am the guest.

There's no guest for the guest.

Things are getting complicated.

But at least something good

came out of the barbecue.

Introducing...

the new member of the Heffley family!

Oh, Frank.

I wish you'd checked with me first.

I think this is more of a family decision.

- Who's a good puppy?

- We can call him Shredder!

- No.

- Ripjaw?

We can call him Sweetie.

Sweetie!

Sweetie, that's a great name!

Yeah. Yeah.

Dad was willing to go

with any name Mom wanted

if it meant

he didn't have to take the dog back.

Sweetie!

Sweetie.

Sweetie! Sweetie!

I always thought I wanted a dog, but...

I'm having second thoughts.

All right, ready? Sit. Sit!

Good! Hey, did you see that?

Okay, now shake.

Shake. Shake.

Here you go.

"Sweaty"?

I'm pretty sure it spells Sweetie, Dad.

I love you.

With Sweetie around, I'd hoped

Dad would forget about

joining the Wilderness Explorers.

But Dad connected

with his old troop master.

As your father knows...

we take our scouting

very seriously in Troop 133.

It's true.

Only the very best

get to be part of this troop.

It's so great to be back here,

Troop Master Barrett!

Now, you boys get yourselves a uniform,

and the first thing you'll do...

is clean out

that musty old storage locker.

Oh, really? Okay.

Dad got more than he bargained for.

But he couldn't wiggle out of it,

that would set a bad example.

Whittling is the kind of skill

you'll need...

for our upcoming wilderness weekend.

I'm getting splinters.

This is impossible.

I have finished, Troop Master Barrett!

It seems the only break I'll get this

summer is at the country club.

That is, as long as Rodrick

doesn't ruin things.

Don't forget about me.

Go around the back!

Marco!

Polo!

Marco!

Polo!

Rodrick?

Rodrick!

Hello, guvnor!

Top of the crumpet to you!

Where's the nearest loo, mate?

Mustered up a wee little tinkle!

I don't want to sound like a snob,

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