Augie Doggie and the Rattle Glider [3]

AFTER SEVERAL BATHS of hydrogen peroxide and baking soda, Augie Doggie shimmy-shakes dry, back on duty. [Flashback to the stinky squirrel:  puzzling]. No matter; things to do.

Trotting around the house–the garage–something sharp sticks up from the trash bin:  the rattle glider! But Bob used to love flying that with the stick string:  rattling in the wind like an agitated grass slider. He must have lost it, Augie figures.

Augie Doggie tips the trashcan, popping the vacuum cleaner bag, strewing scraps. In need of another bath; tail high, he drops the broken kite at Bob’s feet—mission accomplished.