Plip-plop, plip-plop, plink, plink, ping-ping-pong. . . having run out of pans, Mr. Picklepaw has hoisted an umbrella (""Tomorrow I will see about a new roof"") when plip-plop, plip-plop, plink, plink, scrabble-scrabble, scratch. . . a puppy with black paws-Big Paws-appears on his doorstep, remains unclaimed, and rapidly grows into a Great Dane. ""How will I ever save enough money to repair my roof with a Great Dane to feed?"" How he solves the quandary--with green grass rather than greenbacks--is not as funny as how he gets into it; neither was it in Mr. Picklepaw's Popcorn either but this has the same snappy onomatopatter, the same carefree air--thanks partly to Kurt Werth's pictures-as the successful first.