Chapter 1
*Stan's POV*
"So, the whole family's going on summer vacation," I typed, starting a new blog post. I turned to the side, noticing that Gracie and Freddy were sitting on the desk. "Hey, what are you guys doing up?" I asked the puppies.
"I can't sleep," Gracie said.
"The bed is too soft," Freddy added.
"The bed wasn't too soft last night," I said. I leapt down off the chair and went over to the bed next to the couch. Then I realized what he meant.
"Robert!" I exclaimed. "How many times to I have to tell you, you and your kids can't sleep in Gracie and Freddy's bed!" I carefully picked up Robert and the two smaller monkeys one by one and lay them on the floor. "Okay, now you can go to sleep," I told my son and daughter, nudging them into the bed with my nose. I went back up to the computer and started to type again. "The family is taking a vacation to El Salvador, because that's where Tyler's girlfriend Nikki Ortiz lives. Tyler insisted on going there because he wants to see Nikki again, and even offered to Ellen and Bennett to pay part of the travel cost from his BMX earnings. Avery's excited because she says she wants to 'work on her tan' but I know that's not true. She's only been telling people that to make herself seem cool, we all know she's going to wear like a gallon of sunscreen."
*Avery's POV*
I woke up with stan at the foot of my bed as usual. I decided not to wake him up; he'd probably been up late blogging again. Ever since everyone found out Stan's secret, he's had to post more than usual, because everyone was begging for more. I got out of bed, careful not to wake him and went downstairs. When I got down there, I saw that Gracie was already up. She was up on the computer desk.
"Hi, Avery!" She called, enthusiastically, jumping onto her hind legs and nearly falling off the desk.
"Be careful, Gracie!" I warned. I went over to see what the puppy was doing. It looked like she had typed something in the word proceesor for Stan's blog. I read it.
"hi im gracie," it said. The grammar wasn't correct, but it was amazing for just a puppy.
"Did you type this?" I asked her. She nodded. "Mom!" I called, running into the kitchen. Mom was at he counter, Dad was drinking coffee at the table while he read the newspaper.
"What is it sweetie?" Mom asked.
"Gracie can type!" I exclaimed.
"First she can talk and now she can type?!" Mom asked.
"Come see!" I said, running back out to the desk where Gracie still sat.
"See!" I said, pointing to the text on the screen.
"Hi, I'm Gracie," Mom read. "Did you type this, Gracie?"
"Yes!" the puppy said. Her squeals must've woken Freddy, who lifted his head and looked over.
"Huh?" he questioned.
"Good morning, Freddy," I said, picking up the little pup.
"What's going on?" he asked.
"Look, your sister can type!" I said, pointing to the words on the screen.
"What does type mean?" Freddy asked. Dad came out of the kitchen.
"As a child psychologist, I know that you shouldn't compare what one sibling can do to the abilities of the other, it could cause self-esteem issues," he said.
"Bennett, they're dogs," Mom said. Then Chloe came downstairs with Stan.
"So unless he just lets go, I don't think I'll be able to get that dead bird to Princess by tomorrow," I heard Chloe say.
"Guess what, Stan!" I exclaimed, running over to him. "Gracie typed her first words!"
"Really?!" Stan asked, leaping up onto the chair to see what his daughter had written. He read it. "Good job, Gracie! You're going to be a blogger just like your daddy!" He nuzzled his daughter gently with his snout.
"Are we ready to go?!" Tyler shouted, bounding down over the stairs in his swimming trunks.
"Tyler, we're not leaving until after we eat lunch," Mom told him. Tyler sighed and flopped down on the couch. He was obviously looking forward to seeing Nikki again.
"Do you want me to be your wingman again, Tyler?" Stan asked, going over and sitting on the couch beside him.
"Sure, Stan," Tyler agreed, ruffling Stan's fur.
"But first, the puppies and I need to go say goodbye to Princess," Stan said. I put Freddy down on the floor and helped gracie down from the desk. Stan leapt off the couch and lead his son and daugghter out the patio door and over to Heather's yard.