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    A Dog's Tale
    A Dog's Tale
    A Dog's Tale
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    A Dog's Tale

    By Susan Curry and Isla B

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    Life on a farm can be challenging. This is a story about a farm family's adventures as told from the perspective of their Australian Shepherd dog, who has a secret ability, and uses it well. Facts mingle with fantasy in ways that readers will find both engaging and exciting. This story grew out of a request

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAcross Ocean Books
    Release dateJul 29, 2020
    ISBN9781087903354
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      A Dog's Tale - Susan Curry

      Chapter 1 – A Mishap

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      I was down at the barn talking with the ducks when I smelled melting butter. Of course, silly me, it was Saturday, pancake day. Barking goodbye to my feathered friends, I bounded across the yard and to the kitchen, my favorite room in the farmhouse. Lizzie, our mom, is the best cook I know, though I don’t get to taste it much because my entire diet is dog food. Good quality but rather boring, day after day. I have to rely on baby Summer to drop tasty bits onto the floor. Mom calls me her furry vacuum cleaner.

      I must have lost concentration for a moment, because as I reached the doorway my paws slipped and I skidded right across the room to mom. My bottom hurt, and I’d banged one of my paws on the table leg, but I squashed my yelp because I didn’t want Lizzie to stop cooking to check me over. I would survive this.

      As I looked around, I noticed that the whole family was at the table. Not only that, they were trying hard not to smile at my sudden entry. How embarrassing. But Emma, the kind twelve-year-old who loves animals more than anyone I know, rushed around the table to see if I was all right.

      She poked and prodded, then said, You’re OK, Sheila. No broken bones. Just as well, because we’re going to the county fair today. You won’t be happy that I’ll have to give you a bath and a haircut, but after that we’ll practice our walk in front of the judges.

      She was right: I wasn’t happy about the bath one little bit, but I did enjoy showing off my skills to an audience, and had won Best-in-Show twice in the past. While I was thinking about her announcement, mom turned suddenly with a spatula in her hand, and on that spatula was a pancake, golden brown and giving off a delicious smell.

      Chapter 2 – Rivalry

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      It smelled so good that I found myself drooling.

      Pancake number one! This goes to the person who can sit up the straightest. Emma, you don’t need to compete. I’m so sorry that I don’t have any gluten-free flour this morning. I have a boiled egg for you.

      Emma scowled and whispered for the umpteenth time since her diagnosis, I hate Celiac disease.

      Dad smiled at mom and sat up straight.

      Thank you Derek, she said, and sent him an air kiss. Michael rolled his eyes.

      This is childish, he said.

      The kiss, or the sitting up straight part? I wasn’t sure.

      Of course it’s childish. But it’s a bit of fun for the little ones. You used to love a challenge like that when you were their age, said Lizzie.

      Baby Summer is sitting up nicely. I’ll give her the pancake. Michael, you can have the last one.

      Michael’s face went red.

      No fair, he said. I’m the oldest.

      Four-year-old Charlie, who thought Michael was cool and tried to imitate him whenever he could, said, No fair. I’m older than Summer.

      Dad looked at both of them with an expression of humor mixed with annoyance. The fifteen-year-old who was already shaving most mornings and was taller than both of his parents seemed suddenly younger. And Charlie, who, with his blond hair, brown eyes and rather unsuccessful swagger, was the spitting image of the younger Michael shown in photos.

      Dad spoke kindly but firmly, You’re both right. You’re both older than Summer and that’s why mom and I rely on you to set a good example for her. I suggest you think this over while you are waiting.

      Michael kept his eyes on his plate, looking as though he’d rather be anywhere but there. Charlie did the same, so quick about it that his forehead hit the plate. Everybody laughed, even Michael. The anger disappeared.

      I was happy that Summer was quiet this morning, apart from practising her new words. She did this everywhere we went. Today it was pa-cayk. She

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