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Within minutes, three heads popped up along the perimeter. There was Gidget , a high-strung but brilliant Jack Russell Terrier; Rex, a massive, aging German Shepherd who had seen it all; and Mochi, a tiny Pomeranian with a surprisingly deep bark.

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"Status report," Rex grunted, his paws resting heavily on the wooden slats. Pups Alone

"We need leverage," Gidget commanded. "Charlie, use your weight on the left side. Mochi, get under the flap. On three—one, two, three!"

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"Back off, Whiskers," Mochi yapped, puffing out his chest to look twice his size. The cat, unimpressed but unwilling to deal with the noise, sauntered away with a flick of its tail.

A collective wag ripples through the group. The Millers were notorious for forgetting packages on the porch until late evening. For four pups left to their own devices, this wasn't just a delivery—it was a mission. "Operation Bacon-Bit is a go," Charlie declared. "Status report," Rex grunted, his paws resting heavily

"They're gone!" Charlie barked at the fence, the signal for the neighborhood "Pups Alone" council to convene.