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Mom had gathered them all up and made them sit in a line, so Avery was sandwiched between her siblings. She didn't mind -- it had saved her from Pox's worm attack, and plus, Avery seemed to be a go-with-the-flow kind of pup so far. She liked to follow everyone else's lead, whether that meant digging with Sugar or following Pox around or listening to whatever it was their mom was about to tell them.

She didn't really understand what her mother meant, but Finley stressed the importance of their listening skills, so she nodded her head. Talking wasn't one of Avery's favorite things, anyway, since her tongue tended to trip her up more often than not, and she was curious as to how this would work.