Books for Arab American Heritage Month
In honor of Arab American Heritage Month in April, we are sharing books by Arab and Arab American authors that share their culture, history, and personal lives.
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CHAPTER 1
“No! No! No!”
I bark as loud as I can. But my two-leg, Josh, is still pouring water all over me. And he won’t stop. That’s because Josh doesn’t speak dog. And I don’t speak two-leg.
So I’m stuck standing in this big dog bed. It’s not a soft, fuzzy, comfy dog bed like the one I sleep in. This dog bed is hard and cold. And now it’s wet.
I don’t like hard, cold, and wet.
“No! No! No!” I bark again.
But Josh keeps pouring. Splash, splash, splash.
Shakity, shake, shake! Water flies everywhere!
Josh jumps out of the way. I guess he doesn’t like being wet, either.
Boing! Boing! My paws are bouncing up and down. They want to jump out of this hard, cold dog bed. Here I go . . .
Oomf! “No! No! No!”
Josh is holding me down. And he’s pouring more water on me.
Splash! Splash!
I’m all wet.
Now Josh is pouring something into his paws.
I stick my nose into his paws and take a sniff.
Sniffety, sniff, sniff.
The stuff in Josh’s paws smells sweet. Like a treat.
Lickety, lick, yuck!
That doesn’t taste like a sweet treat. It tastes awful.
Josh starts rubbing the sweet-smelling, yucky-tasting stuff all over my fur. No! I don’t want to smell like a sweet treat. I want to smell like a dog.
“Stop, Josh! Stop!” I bark.
I have to get out of here.
Wiggle, waggle, whee! My paws leap out of the cold, hard dog bed.
Josh tries to force me back in. But I push past him. I run through the house. Josh follows close behind.
CHAPTER 1
“No! No! No!”
I bark as loud as I can. But my two-leg, Josh, is still pouring water all over me. And he won’t stop. That’s because Josh doesn’t speak dog. And I don’t speak two-leg.
So I’m stuck standing in this big dog bed. It’s not a soft, fuzzy, comfy dog bed like the one I sleep in. This dog bed is hard and cold. And now it’s wet.
I don’t like hard, cold, and wet.
“No! No! No!” I bark again.
But Josh keeps pouring. Splash, splash, splash.
Shakity, shake, shake! Water flies everywhere!
Josh jumps out of the way. I guess he doesn’t like being wet, either.
Boing! Boing! My paws are bouncing up and down. They want to jump out of this hard, cold dog bed. Here I go . . .
Oomf! “No! No! No!”
Josh is holding me down. And he’s pouring more water on me.
Splash! Splash!
I’m all wet.
Now Josh is pouring something into his paws.
I stick my nose into his paws and take a sniff.
Sniffety, sniff, sniff.
The stuff in Josh’s paws smells sweet. Like a treat.
Lickety, lick, yuck!
That doesn’t taste like a sweet treat. It tastes awful.
Josh starts rubbing the sweet-smelling, yucky-tasting stuff all over my fur. No! I don’t want to smell like a sweet treat. I want to smell like a dog.
“Stop, Josh! Stop!” I bark.
I have to get out of here.
Wiggle, waggle, whee! My paws leap out of the cold, hard dog bed.
Josh tries to force me back in. But I push past him. I run through the house. Josh follows close behind.
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