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day long. Dogs don’t need to know how to read, write, or do math. They don’t want to go to school.”
    â€œMaybe she just wants to go outside,” I suggested.
    â€œThat’s it!” said Andrea, snapping her fingers. “You’re a genius!”
    â€œOoooo!” Ryan said. “Andrea called A.J. a genius. They must be in love !”
    â€œWhen are you gonna get married?” asked Michael.
    If those guys weren’t my best friends, I would hate them.

A few minutes later, Mr. Macky came back from the teachers’ lounge. Emily was with him, eating a hot dog.
    â€œSo how are you making out with Miss Klute?” Mr. Macky asked.
    â€œEwwww! Gross!” we all shouted. “We’re not making out with Miss Klute!”
    â€œArlo had a great idea,” Andrea said. “Go ahead; ask him, Arlo.”
    â€œMr. Macky, can we take Miss Klute outside for recess?” I asked.
    â€œGee, I don’t know,” Mr. Macky replied. “Miss Klute is trained to be an indoor therapy dog.”
    â€œPlease please please please please please please please please!” we all begged.
    â€œI suppose Miss Klute could use a little fresh air,” said Mr. Macky. “Well, okay.”
    â€œYay!”
    Like I said, that please please please thing works every time. It really is a magic word.
    Mr. Macky hooked Miss Klute’s leash to her collar and said we could take her outside until recess was over.
    â€œWhich one of you is the most responsible?” he asked.
    â€œI am!” we all shouted. *
    â€œIt was A.J.’s idea to take Miss Klute outside,” said Michael.
    â€œOkay,” Mr. Macky said, handing me the leash. “Be careful with her.”
    â€œI will,” I promised.
    When we got out to the playground, all the other kids came running over.
    â€œMiss Klute is here!” everybody shouted. “Hi Miss Klute!”
    It was like she was the queen of the playground. Everybody wanted to pet her and hug her. We walked Miss Klute around and showed her the monkey bars, the swings, and the slide. She looked pretty happy.
    â€œSee?” I said. “She likes being outside!”
    I should get the No Bell Prize for that idea. That’s a prize they give out to people who don’t have bells.
    Miss Klute was pulling at the leash, and I had to run to keep up with her. She was pretty fast for a big dog.
    â€œHey, maybe we should play fetch,” I said, stopping to catch my breath.
    â€œI don’t know if that’s a good idea, Arlo,” Andrea said. “Mr. Macky didn’t say itwas okay to let Miss Klute run around without holding her leash.”
    â€œHe didn’t say it wasn’t okay either,” I told Andrea. “He just said to be careful with her.”
    Fetch is a simple game. You throw something, and the dog runs to get it. Then she brings it back and you throw it again. It seems like a pretty dumb game, if you ask me. But I guess playing fetch is like chess for dogs.
    There was a tennis ball in the grass. I let go of Miss Klute’s leash and threw the ball toward the soccer field.
    â€œGo get it, girl!” I shouted.
    Miss Klute took off, running like the wind.
    â€œLook at her go!” Ryan yelled.
    It was amazing! Miss Klute chased down the ball and caught it in her mouth even before it stopped bouncing. Then she ran back and dropped the ball at my feet.
    â€œGood girl!” we all said, petting Miss Klute.
    She was panting, and her tongue was hanging out.
    â€œDo it again, A.J.!” Neil said.
    I threw the ball a little farther this time, and Miss Klute took off after it. Again, she grabbed it in her mouth and brought it back to me. She looked like she wanted me to throw it again, so I did. She dashed off to get it.
    â€œMiss Klute sure likes to run!” shouted Ryan.
    â€œShe’s having so much fun!” yelled Alexia.
    â€œI think she just wanted to play,” said