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​Los Diggities™ by Name

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Book 1 in the Los Diggities™ Series
By Jeanie Cunningham & Elisabeth Thormodsrud

Three dogs found themselves living in the hills of Los Angeles, California, though they didn’t all live together. Oscar and Xena lived with their human, Jeanie. Oso lived across the street with his humans, Saul, Saul’s wife, Rebecca, their two young daughters, Hannah and Marie, and Sushi their cat.
 
Xena was a seven-year-old Great Dane, with a short, glossy coat known as a brindle mix of gold, tan, and black. In fact, her markings were quite similar to those of tigers, with stripes of black running perfectly through her coat.
Jeanie often called her “Tiger Dawgie” and Xena didn’t mind. She was proud of her markings. She was a show dog, after all—or so she had once started out. 
  
Oscar was a ten-year-old Boxer, who also had a short coat with the same kind of brindle markings as Xena, only darker brown and black with a white chest and neck. His face and body were scarred and weathered, but he was still feisty and ready to defend himself and anyone he loved, though, for the most part, he loved everyone.
Jeanie had all kinds of nicknames for him as well, but the one he hated most was “wiggle-butt” which he endured only because she had saved his life and he adored her.
  
Oso means bear in Spanish; and Oso was a beautiful eighteen-month-old Golden Retriever mixed with Chow (as far as anyone could guess), with a fluffy golden coat and a jaunty flag for a tail. He was very playful and very intelligent, but had a mysterious wisdom to him that made him seem older than he actually was.
He also understood four languages: Spanish, English, Hebrew, and Dogspeak and could even understand Sushi’s Catspeak on rare occasion although he preferred not to.
  
One day the three of them were sitting on Jeanie’s front porch enjoying the summer day when Xena turned to Oso. “So Ose, like, where did you come from before you got here?”

Oso lifted his head, staring at something in the bushes and answered, “Across the street...” then lowered his head back down to his paws and pretended to sleep.
 
“Nooo, silly, I meant before you got to Los Angeles. You know, like, one day Saul and his family have no dog and, like, the next day there you are.”
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