This is a story about, a small Dachshund named Doby, the author's granddog. Her three grandsons getting a new puppy, naming him and some of his adventures. After going on a visit with his family and staying too long in the woods, he has to find his way home, with the help of some new friends he has just met. Doby also has a story about going fishing. Doby is the pet of the author's son and his family.

One particularly stormy night, after one of Grandma''s wonderfully cooked meals, we gathered in the living room. There was a chill in the air, and Grandpa built a fire in the wood stove. I can remember how cozy it was to sit by the woodstove and the low light of the oil lamps. Grandpa said he had a story to tell me. Since my grandpa likes to tell scary stories, I scooted over by my grandma and prepared to listen as he began his story...