Madd Maxx, Maxi Maxx, and Big Ben were relaxing around the pond at the B&B when Madd noticed Jazz Purr covered in wet mud on the other side of the pond.
Madd’s secretary, Lucky Strike was walking toward them, carrying a tray of drinks. “Oh no! Not again.” Madd anticipated a recipe for disaster.
Jazz Purr had also spied her and ran toward Lucky. “Can’t you stop him?” she screamed.
Madd hollered, “Jazz, look what I have.” He shook a box of dog treats. Jazz glanced back at him but continued running toward Lucky.
“Looks like he’s going for a home run,” Ben said, chuckling.
Jazz knocked Lucky and her tray to the ground. “Thank goodness those are plastic cups,” Ben observed. “Are you OK, Lucky?”
“Why does he always shake himself off on ME?” complained Lucky.
“Just lucky, I guess.” Maxi tried to stifle a giggle.
“Very funny!” Lucky picked herself up and stomped back into the B&B for yet another shower and a change of clothes.
“I don’t think Jazz likes Lucky’s perfume,” said Madd.
“That makes two of us.” Maxi wrinkled her nose.
“She does lay it on a little thick,” agreed Ben.
Madd threw one of Jazz’s water toys in the pond and Jazz jumped in to retrieve it.
“I wonder if that would work with Lucky,” Maxi said, chuckling.
“That’s the third time he’s gotten Lucky today!” Madd shook his head in disbelief. “I can’t blame her for being upset.”
Ben said, “Strike three? I’d call that pretty unlucky for Lucky.”