“Any more packages for Solange?”“Twelve letters, three packages, and a box of puppies.”I winced. “Puppies?”“They’re fine. Isabeau took them all.”“Good. Who eats puppies?” I shook my head.“Yeah, Isabeau swore in French. A lot.”“Hot.”“Yeah, Logan nearly went cross-eyed.”"Chapter 12”
“Yeah,it’s kind of a hobby. What’s yours? Kicking puppies?”
“Yeah. All puppy dpgs and rainbows and those weird furry people with padded coat hangers on their heads that look like space aliens on acid.You mean the telitubbies?”
“hi, puppy."she's not a puppy. She's a girl," Nancy's mother says.Nancy pats me and says, "Good puppy. Nice puppy." When he mother bends down to pull her away, she wraps both arms around my legs and wails. "No! My puppy!”
“If Mykle Hansen needed to eat puppies for breakfast to be himself, he would rap the table and scream "waiter, more puppy sauce!”
“Here and there and everywhere . . . puppies, puppies, puppies!”