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  CONTENTS

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Extract

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  Biography

  Copyright

  “Shall we head down to the field now?” Amelie suggested. “Then we can give Monty a really good run.” She laughed. “Look, he heard me!”

  Monty’s soft black ears had suddenly pricked up and he was staring hopefully at Amelie. He was only a puppy but he already had long Labrador legs and he loved to run.

  Her brother checked the time on his phone. “Yeah, OK, but not for too long. We’ve already been out twenty minutes and he’s only supposed to walk for about twenty-five.”

  Amelie sighed. “I know the leaflet said that but look at him, Josh! He’s desperate! He wants a proper run, don’t you, Monty?”

  The little black Labrador frisked round her feet with an excited bark. “It’s just not fair, is it? You love walks so much and so do we!”

  Amelie crouched down to rub his head and run his ears through her fingers. His ears were so silky, and she loved the way he closed his eyes and stuck his nose in the air every time she did it.

  “Well, it won’t be that long till he can go on really big walks,” Josh said and then grinned. “He’s already five months old – so that’s only another seven months to go!”

  Amelie rolled her eyes. Josh thought he was so funny sometimes – she and Mum reckoned it was a teenage boy thing. “Come on, Josh, pleeease? If we go to the field then we can take the alley and go the quick way home.”

  When they’d first got Monty, three months earlier, the breeder had given them a leaflet of tips on how to look after a Labrador puppy properly. She’d explained that Monty couldn’t go out for walks at all till he’d had his vaccinations. And even then, they’d have to be careful not to overwalk him while he was still under a year. The information leaflet suggested a five-minute rule – only five minutes of proper exercise for every month of Monty’s age, so as not to injure his growing legs.

  Amelie knew it was the right thing to do but she still didn’t like it. Their walks seemed to have hardly got going before they had to turn round again.

  “I suppose…” Josh agreed. “At least he’ll be nice and hungry for his dinner. Come on then, Monty! Let’s go to the field!”

  Monty pranced along happily. He loved going out in the afternoons with Amelie and Josh. In the morning he went out with their dad, who did too much stopping to chat to people while he walked round the lake. Amelie and Josh raced about and threw sticks, and they usually brought toys for him to chase. He pulled eagerly at his lead, making for the gate out to the field.

  “Heel, Monty,” Amelie said, pulling him back gently. She and Josh had been taking Monty to puppy training classes, and they’d been told not to let him pull when they were walking to heel.

  Monty dropped back obediently and Josh fumbled a treat out of his pocket. “Good dog!”

  “You wouldn’t think he’d only been going to training for three weeks, would you?” Amelie said proudly, as she opened the gate.

  Josh grinned. “He’s a greedy pig. He’ll do anything for those treats.”

  “Yes, but some dogs never learn to do things like that. I mean, what about Daisy? Grandad can’t ever get her to sit and stay, and she only walks to heel when she feels like it. Think about last week!”

  “Yeah…” Josh shook his head, remembering. Grandad had come with them on a walk to the park with Daisy, his little dachsund. They’d walked past a girl eating a biscuit and Daisy had nibbled it right out of her hand. Her mum had been really cross, even though Grandad had said sorry loads of times. He had felt awful about it but Daisy hadn’t been bothered at all…

  “I reckon that’s because she’s a dachshund, though,” Josh pointed out. “They’re not very easy to train. Labradors like Monty are good at this sort of thing. I mean, you don’t ever get dachshund Guide Dogs, do you?”

  Amelie giggled. “Daisy would be a useless Guide Dog. Maybe you’re right about all Labs being good but I do think Monty’s extra-clever. Here, you can take his lead for a bit, if you like.”

  Monty was staring up at them both hopefully, waiting for the chance to dash off into the field. Amelie patted his head, then passed the lead to Josh.

  “Come on, Monty,” she called, jogging backwards on to the long grass around the edge of the football pitch.

  Amelie loved Newland Park. She remembered going there when she was tiny. Dad had taken her for walks round the lake almost every day and let her throw food to the ducks. But it was only now they had a dog that she realized how lucky they were to have the park so close by. All the houses in their street backed on to it.

  Josh and Monty raced past Amelie, Monty barking and yipping with excitement. She ran after them and then stopped to look through the wire fence as she reached their back garden. Sometimes Dad came out to drink a cup of tea if he was having a break from work. She peered past the apple tree, trying to see further up the garden, but he wasn’t there. She waved, just in case, before chasing after her brother and Monty. The puppy was so excited that he was dashing around in circles.

  “Watch out, Josh!” Amelie cried but it was too late.

  Monty had seen Amelie coming and decided to race towards her, pulling the lead tight around Josh’s legs and yanking his feet out from under him. Her tall, skinny brother fell like a tree, collapsing into the long grass with a groan.

  “Catch him!” he called. “Amelie! The lead!”

  “I’ve got it!” Amelie yelled, snatching at Monty’s trailing lead as he danced around her. “Here, Monty. You silly dog,” she said lovingly. “What did you think you were doing, hmm?”

  “I’m fine, thank you for asking,” Josh muttered, heaving himself up out of the grass. “Uuurgh. I think I landed in something disgusting.”

  Amelie peered at the brown patch down the side of Josh’s jeans. “It’s only mud,” she said reassuringly. “You are OK, aren’t you?”

  “Yes.” Josh sighed. “No thanks to you, Monty. Well, I’ll know not to let him wind me up in the lead like that again. I wouldn’t have thought he was that strong!”

  Monty sat at Amelie’s feet, gazing up at them both and panting happily. He had no idea what Josh was talking about but he was hoping it didn’t mean the end of the walk.

  Amelie had thought Josh would be able to sneak upstairs and change before Dad spotted him when they got home. But their dad was in the hallway when they returned – and so was Mum, which was really unusual. She was hardly ever home early from the shop where she worked.

  Amelie unclipped Monty’s lead and he dashed off to the kitchen for a drink of water. Mum gave Amelie a hug but Amelie looked up at her anxiously – she had a serious expression on her face.

  “What’s wrong?” Josh asked, forgetting about his jeans.

  Mum took a deep breath. “It’s Grandad...” she started and Amelie’s stomach clenched. Their mum’s dad hadn’t been well for a while. A few months ago he’d had a stroke and been in hospital for a few days. But Amelie thought he’d been getting better now he was back at home again. He’d seemed fine when they’d last seen him.

  “What’s happened?” she whispered, her eyes suddenly hot with tears.

  Mum put an arm round her shoulders. “It’s another stroke. Don’t panic, Amelie, it looks like he’ll be all right. But it’s going to take longer for him to recover this time. He’s probably not going to be able to look after himself at
home, even once he’s allowed out of hospital. He’ll need to be in a nursing home for a bit, where there are staff who can help.”

  “Oh…” Amelie leaned against her, relieved. For a moment she’d thought Mum was going to give them much worse news. “Poor Grandad,” she said.

  Josh frowned. “Do you mean he’ll always need to be looked after, Mum?”

  “We’re not sure.” Mum and Dad exchanged a worried look. “It’s only just happened, Josh. I haven’t even been to see him yet. But from what the hospital said, it’s more serious this time. Grandad will probably have to move permanently to some sort of sheltered housing. Somewhere there’s lot of support.”

  “What’s going to happen to Daisy?” Amelie asked, looking up. “Will Grandad be able to take her with him?”

  Mum stared at her. “Oh my goodness. I’d forgotten about Daisy. Grandad’s neighbours fed her the last time he was in hospital.”

  Dad ran his hand through his hair. “That’s not going to work this time, though. She’s going to need a proper home.” He looked thoughtfully round the hallway, as though he was imagining another dog trotting down it. Amelie caught her breath.

  “Your mum and I talked about this a while ago,” Dad went on. “After all, Daisy already knows us, doesn’t she?”

  Mum nodded. “We mentioned it to Grandad, too. That Daisy could come and live here with us.”

  Monty wandered back into the hallway, looking curiously at them all still standing there. Amelie crouched down to stroke him and he nuzzled against her, licking her cheek. Amelie thought maybe he could taste that she’d been crying. His tail was waving, just a little, the way it did when he was worried.

  “Oh, Monty…” Amelie murmured. “How would you feel about sharing your home with another dog?”

  “So you’re going to have two dogs?” Ella asked, leaning across the table to whisper. “You’re so lucky, Amelie, I don’t even have one! Is Daisy cute?”

  Amelie nodded. “She’s a gorgeous colour – russet, Grandad calls her, and her coat’s so glossy, even shinier than Monty’s. She’s tiny but she thinks she’s in charge. She’s always bossing my grandad around!” Then she sighed. “He’s going to miss her so much – I mean, he’s had Daisy for eight years. I’m really excited about looking after her and it’s going to be great for Monty, having a friend at home all the time. But I wish Daisy could stay with Grandad.”

  “I’m sorry he’s in hospital, Amelie,” Ella said. “But I bet he’s happy you’ll be looking after Daisy.”

  “Mum told Grandad we’d go and get her today. Dad’s going to pick me up from school in the car, then we’ll go straight over to the house.”

  “Are you two actually discussing the Romans?” Miss Garrett asked, leaning over Amelie’s shoulder and making her jump.

  “Um. We were…” she muttered. “Sorry, Miss Garrett.”

  “Sorry, Miss Garrett,” Ella repeated.

  “Well, get on with it, girls. I’d like a plan drawn up by break time, please.”

  Ella sighed as their teacher moved on to the next table. “I wish we didn’t always have to make things for topic work. My Viking ship last year was just embarrassing.”

  “What do you think you’ll do this time?” Amelie asked. “What about a costume? You could make a Roman dress, if your mum wouldn’t mind you using an old sheet.” She flicked through the book they’d found in the school library. “Oh, wow… I’d like to make something like that!”

  Ella peered at the mosaic picture of a fierce-looking guard dog. “All those tiny squares! It’ll take hours.”

  “It looks really fun. I could cut the squares out of craft foam.”

  Ella nodded. “I suppose so. Don’t forget you’re going to have two dogs to play with, though!”

  Amelie nodded. “I haven’t – I can’t wait for this afternoon!”

  Amelie picked up the dog carrier and walked carefully out to the car, murmuring soothingly to Daisy. She told the little dachshund how excited Monty would be when she arrived and how much fun they were all going to have.

  Daisy had been really pleased to see them when they arrived at Grandad’s house. Amelie thought she’d probably had a lonely sort of day, since she was used to having Grandad around most of the time. But she hadn’t been keen on going in her carrier at all. She’d backed away from Amelie, her long ears shaking.

  “Maybe she thinks we’re taking her to the vet,” Dad suggested, as he unlocked the car.

  “Shh, Dad! You know Grandad says she understands that word! You have to spell it out,” Amelie reminded him.

  “Oh, yes. Sorry, Daisy. Are you OK with the carrier on your lap, Amelie? Hold it tight.”

  Amelie wrapped her arms firmly around the carrier. There was no sound at all from inside but she could see Daisy through the holes in the plastic sides. The dachshund was standing up with her nose pressed against the wire door.

  “Sit down, Daisy-dog,” Amelie whispered, as Dad started the car. “You’ll wobble.” But Daisy stayed on her feet, even though the movement of the car made her lurch about. Amelie kept on whispering encouraging things but Daisy seemed too confused to sit down. She just kept on slipping from side to side, her little black claws scrabbling against the plastic floor of the carrier. The blanket Grandad kept in there was all scrunched up at the back. Daisy wasn’t whining or yapping, which was really odd. Grandad always said she was the chattiest dog he’d ever met but now she was completely silent.

  “Is she all right?” Dad asked, as they stopped at the lights.

  “I don’t know…” Amelie admitted. “She looks really nervous. Maybe you’re right and she does think she’s going to the V–E–T.”

  Dad glanced over at the carrier, frowning. “We’re nearly home. Not long now, Daisy.”

  Amelie stood on the doorstep, waiting for Dad to find his keys and looking at the hunched little dog inside the carrier. She wouldn’t have minded so much if Daisy had howled all the way home. Amelie hurried into the house and put the carrier down in the hallway, just as Josh came out of the kitchen holding a half-eaten piece of toast. Monty raced after him, whining with excitement as he saw Amelie and Dad. Then he saw the carrier and skidded to a halt.

  There was a skittering, scrabbling noise from inside and a low growl. Monty retreated behind Josh, his tail drooping. Amelie looked anxiously between the two dogs. Dad had said that they ought to introduce Daisy and Monty to each other slowly but Amelie hadn’t thought it would be a problem. Monty had been to Grandad’s house and Daisy had been coming to their house for years. Why wouldn’t they be happy to see each other? Maybe it just wasn’t the same without Grandad there, too.

  “Shall we let Daisy out now?” she asked Dad.

  Dad sighed. “Yes, I suppose we’d better. Let’s keep her in the kitchen to start with. Josh, can you put Monty out in the garden? Let’s give Daisy a bit of space.”

  “Uh-huh.” Josh caught Monty’s collar. The puppy was still staring at the carrier, looking confused. “Come on, Monty. Is Daisy OK? She’s very quiet.”

  “She looks miserable,” Amelie said. “Do you think she knows Grandad’s ill?”

  “I’m sure she knows something’s wrong…” Dad said. “Dogs are very good at sensing that sort of thing.”

  Monty peered round Josh’s arm as Amelie picked up the carrier. What was going on? There was another dog in there, he could smell her. It was Daisy – he knew her. What was Daisy doing in his house? And now Amelie was putting the carrier down in the kitchen, where his basket and his food bowl were.

  He wriggled and pulled as Josh tried to unlock the back door, twisting and scrabbling so that Josh let go of him. Monty backed away clumsily, skidding on the tiles, and padded up to the carrier, sniffing hard. He stretched out one careful paw to the wire door, turning his head from side to side as he tried to work out what was going on.

  There was a sharp yap from inside and Monty jumped back, tucking his tail between his legs. Then he crept forward, sniffing again. Daisy h
ad always been friendly before. Monty’s tail twitched slowly to and fro as he stared at her, confused.

  “It’s OK, Monty,” Amelie said, gently pushing him away. “Josh’s just taking you out so you don’t upset Daisy, that’s all.”

  “Come on, Monty.” Josh took hold of the puppy’s collar again and Monty squirmed, pulling away anxiously. Was he in trouble? This time Josh had a better grip and Monty couldn’t get free. Josh let go of him outside the door and then ducked smartly back into the kitchen. Monty scampered after him but the door clicked closed just in front of his nose. Then he heard the sound of the dog flap locking, too. Josh had shut him out.

  Monty stood staring at the door, his ears flattened back. Why was he stuck outside, while Daisy was in his kitchen?

  Monty pawed at the door, whining. He wanted Amelie. He was getting hungry, too, but mostly he wanted Amelie to hold him and pat him, so he knew that everything was all right. Instead he was shut out in the garden. It felt as though he’d been there for ages.

  He skittered back as the door opened suddenly and Amelie appeared. He whined – he’d been so desperate to get back in but now he wasn’t sure what to do. He could smell Daisy inside – she was still there.

  “Are you going to come in?” Amelie coaxed. “Come and see Daisy.”

  Monty looked past her into the doorway and spotted Daisy. She was sitting under the kitchen table, her head drooping. He looked up at Amelie, still unsure what was going on.

  “It’s just Daisy,” Dad said, crouching down beside Monty. “You know Daisy.” He glanced at Amelie and Josh. “This is a bit harder than I thought it would be. Let’s feed them both – that should cheer them up.”

  Dad brought out Daisy’s food and water bowls, and the big bag of dry food that Grandad used. It was the same kind that they gave Monty, Amelie noticed, except that it was for an older dog, not a puppy.