The Rescued Puppy Read online

  For Ethan and Harry

  For more information about Holly Webb visit: www.holly-webb.com

  CONTENTS

  Title Page

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  About the Author

  Other titles by Holly Webb:

  Copyright

  Chapter One

  “I still think the blue lead was better,” Adam said, staring down at Lucky’s new lead with his arms folded and a sulky expression on his face.

  “No, red looks lovely with his fur. If you hadn’t spent all your pocket money on sweets, you could have bought the new lead!” Georgia pointed out. “This is Lucky’s first proper walk. Do you want Mum to say we can’t go because we’re fighting? She will, you know!”

  “Oh, all right…” Adam muttered. Then he grinned at his twin sister. “I don’t think you’re going to be able to get the lead on him anyway!”

  Lucky, Georgia and Adam’s cocker spaniel puppy, was dancing around Georgia’s feet, squeaking and yipping with excitement.

  “Lucky, keep still!” Georgia giggled, trying to hook the lead on to his collar. “Look, we won’t ever get to go on the walk if you won’t let me clip this on!”

  “Are you two ready yet?” Mum came into the hallway. “Where are we going for this special walk?”

  “The park!”

  “The woods!”

  Georgia and Adam spoke at the same time, and Mum sighed. “I think Adam’s probably got the best idea this time, Georgie. The woods might be a bit tiring for Lucky on his first big walk. The paths are so narrow, and there’s lots of scrambling over fallen trees and things. Let’s get him used to something easier first.”

  Georgia sighed. “I suppose so. I bet he’ll love the woods when he’s a bit bigger, though. Oooh!” Quickly she clipped the lead on to Lucky’s collar, while the puppy was distracted, looking at Mum. “There! Now we’re ready!”

  Lucky pulled excitedly at the new lead, twirling himself round Georgia’s ankles. He had been on a lead before, for his trips to the vet and the puppy parties he’d been to, to get used to other dogs, but it was still very exciting. He could feel that Georgia and Adam were excited about something too, and he couldn’t stop jumping up and down.

  Adam and Georgia had got Lucky two months before, as a joint ninth birthday present. They had been trying to persuade their parents to get a dog for ages, but Mum and Dad had only just decided that they were old enough. Luckily, Georgia and Adam had agreed that they would really love a spaniel – one of their friends at school, Max, had a gorgeous black cocker spaniel called Jet, and they both loved to play with him when Max’s mum brought him to pick up Max after school.

  Georgia and Adam’s mum had asked where Jet had come from, and Max’s mum had given her the name of the cocker spaniel breeder. She told them the puppies were all properly looked after and used to children. But when Georgia and Adam’s mum rang up, there was only one ten-week-old puppy left, and no new litter was expected for ages. So the whole family had driven straight round to see him.

  At first, all they could see was the puppy’s mum, lying on a fluffy blanket. She was the most beautiful golden and white spaniel, with the longest, silkiest ears they’d ever seen.

  “Oh wow…” Georgia breathed. “Can we stroke her?”

  Lara, the breeder, nodded. “Just gently though. You have to be careful with mother dogs when they’ve got their puppies with them.”

  Adam frowned. “But she hasn’t – I can’t see a puppy!”

  Georgia grabbed his hand. “Look!” she said in an excited whisper. “I’ve just spotted him – he’s fast asleep, snuggled up right next to her. He’s gorgeous!”

  Adam leaned over. “I thought that was his mum’s tail,” he admitted. “He’s really cute. And tiny!”

  Lara laughed. “You should have seen him when he was born. He isn’t really that small, to be honest I think his mum’s sitting on him.”

  Georgia knelt down to get a closer look. “Yes, she is. Doesn’t he mind?”

  “No, he’s all warm and cosy. He likes being the only pup left, it means he gets all the attention, from his mum and us lot. He’s going to want loads of cuddles if you take him home.”

  Adam and Georgia exchanged grins. That sounded perfect.

  Just then, the little dog sighed, yawned and opened his eyes. He looked round at his mother and wriggled his bottom indignantly to tell her to get off. Then he heaved himself up and peered round, his tail wagging shyly. Who were all these people staring at him?

  “Oh, he’s so beautiful…” Georgia whispered, then turned to her mum and dad. “Look at him, isn’t he perfect?”

  He really was like a perfect mini version of his mum, curly ears and all. He was golden and white, with pretty white patches on his back and a scatter of sweet brownish-gold spots around his shiny black nose. His eyes were nearly black too, and very bright and curious-looking, topped off with long whiskery eyebrows that made him look like a little old man.

  Everyone had agreed that he was the perfect puppy, and Lara had said that they could come back and take him home the very next day. It was a few weeks before Georgia and Adam’s birthday, but they didn’t mind having their present early. As Georgia pointed out the following day, as they carefully carried the puppy out of Lara’s house to put him into the new pet carrier in the back of the car, they were lucky to have him at all. If they had waited any longer, there might not have been any puppies left.

  “And he’s lucky to have us, too,” Adam said. “I bet he wouldn’t have liked anybody else as much. Oof!” He laughed, and wiped off a smear of lick, as the puppy gave him a wet dog-kiss across his chin.

  “That’s what we should call him!” Georgia said suddenly. “Lucky! It’s exactly right!”

  Soon Adam and Georgia couldn’t imagine not having Lucky. He was very friendly, and played endless games of chase and fetch with them in the garden. He loved running so much that he’d bound up and down, and then just suddenly flop down on the grass and fall asleep, absolutely worn out. Georgia called it his “off button”; it made her burst out laughing every time.

  But although Lucky loved chasing about the garden, Adam and Georgia had learned that cocker spaniels shouldn’t really go for proper walks until they were about four or five months old. Adam had read it in the book they’d bought, and on a special cocker spaniels website. Georgia hadn’t believed him at first.

  “Why not?” she’d demanded.

  Adam had shrugged. “It says they love long walks when they’re older – lots of long walks – but you mustn’t wear them out too much when they’re little. Just exercise in the garden.”

  Now that they had Lucky, Georgia could understand why both the website and the book had suggested it. Lucky was still quite a small dog, but he was getting heavy. If they’d gone on a long walk and he’d switched off like he did when they were playing, he’d be a real armful to carry all the way home. But now he was nearly five months old he wasn’t getting nearly so tired, and Mum and Dad agreed that he was ready for a proper walk, just so long as they were careful not to go too far.

  Luckily, the park was close enough that they’d be able to carry the puppy home if he did get really worn out.

  Adam opened the front door, and Lucky sniffed the air outside. The front garden smelled different to the back – more cars, and there was definitely a cat hanging around somewhere. He looked up at Georgia hopefully. Were they going out?

  She laughed at his eager little face. “Come on!”

  Adam ran down the path to o
pen the gate, and Lucky gave an excited squeak.

  “Try and remember not to let him pull!” Mum called, as she locked the front door and hurried after them. Georgia and Adam had started going to puppy obedience classes soon after they brought Lucky home. They’d spent a lot of time working on walking to heel, but Lucky was so excited at going somewhere new that there wasn’t much chance of him doing that now.

  “Oh, yes.” Georgia quickly grabbed a dog treat out of her pocket, and held it in front of Lucky’s nose, moving it back so that he was standing by the side of her leg, as she’d practised in the puppy obedience classes. Then she walked on down the path, and gave Lucky the treat as he trotted nicely alongside her.

  “We can run with him in the park, though, can’t we?” Adam asked Mum. “I don’t mean we’ll let him off the lead, I know he’s not old enough for that. But can we run fast with him?”

  “Of course you can!” Mum smiled. “It’s just best to try and keep him sensible on the way there. Mind you, we can’t expect Lucky to be perfect, it’s all so different from our garden at home.”

  But Lucky had stopped wanting to dance about anyway. He was far too busy for that. When he’d gone out before, to puppy training and visits to friends in the car, he’d always been carried. There was so much more to see down at nose level now! To see and thoroughly sniff.

  Georgia giggled as they stopped at the seventh lamp post – still in their road. “You know, if we want to be back by dinner time, I’m not sure we’re going to make it to the park!”

  Chapter Two

  They only made it just inside the park gates on that first walk, before Lucky started to drag on his lead and look up hopefully for a lift. Georgia and Adam took it in turns to carry the weary puppy home.

  But over the next few weeks, a short walk every day soon stretched to two short walks, and then a quick run round the houses before breakfast and a proper walk after school, in the park or the woods. By the time Georgia and Adam broke up for the summer holidays, walks were his absolute favourite thing.

  They celebrated the beginning of the holidays by taking a picnic tea with them to the woods. It was a gorgeous hot day, perfect for a long expedition. Mum took a folding chair, so she could sit down with a book while Georgia, Adam and Lucky raced around the woods, shouting and calling and playing hide and seek among the tree roots.

  Lucky adored the woods. They were full of amazing smells, good places to dig, and sticks that Georgia and Adam could throw for him to chase. He had an extending lead now, as no one was sure about letting him run free just yet. But the absolute best thing about the woods was that they were full of squirrels. Lucky adored squirrels. They were fast, and they smelled interesting, and they bounced up and down when they scampered along. He was desperate to catch one. He’d never got anywhere near, but he wasn’t giving up hope. And there was a squirrel now…

  Adam raced behind Lucky, laughing as the puppy pulled the lead out to its full length and galloped down the path, ears flapping as if he was about to take off. The squirrel was a plump, bushy-tailed one, and it wasn’t scared. It seemed to keep looking back to see how close the puppy was getting.

  “Adam!” Georgia yelled worriedly. “Don’t let him catch it! He’ll hurt it! Or it might scratch him!”

  But Adam was too far away to hear – or he just wasn’t listening, Georgia thought crossly as she dashed after them. She really didn’t want Lucky to hurt the squirrel.

  But when she caught up with Adam and Lucky, she saw she needn’t have worried. Adam was leaning against a tree, panting, and Lucky was jumping up and down and scrabbling at the trunk, whimpering.

  The squirrel was sitting on a branch halfway up, squeaking and chittering as though it was telling Lucky off.

  “Didn’t you hear me yelling?” Georgia demanded. “What do you think he’d do if he caught it?”

  Adam shook his head and shrugged. “No idea! I don’t think he knows either. Calm down, Georgie! He’s never going to get one.”

  Lucky ignored them, staring hopefully up at the squirrel, as it danced up and down on its branch. Unfortunately, it didn’t look as though it was going to fall off.

  By the time they trailed back to the clearing where Mum was sitting, they were all really hungry. They had brought Lucky’s dog biscuits with them, and a bottle of water and his bowl, so he could have a picnic too. He wolfed down the biscuits in about two seconds, and then stood staring at Adam’s tuna sandwiches as if he were starved.

  Georgia giggled. “You should learn to like Marmite, Adam. He never wants my sandwiches.”

  Adam shuddered. “Yuck.”

  Mum slipped her cardigan off her shoulders, enjoying the sun. “Just think, this time next week we’ll be on holiday in Suffolk!”

  Georgia opened her crisps and sneakily fed a very small one to Lucky. He wasn’t really supposed to have them, but she couldn’t resist those big, hopeful dark eyes.

  “We’ve never been on holiday with a dog before,” Adam said happily, stretching himself out on the rug.

  “It is right by the sea, isn’t it?” Georgia asked again. She already knew it was – she’d seen the photos in the holiday cottage brochure – but she liked to hear her mum say it.

  Mum smiled over at her. “Absolutely next to it, Georgie. A little cottage just at the top of a cliff.”

  “And we’ll be allowed to take Lucky for walks, all by ourselves?” Adam pushed himself up on his elbows.

  “As long as you’re very, very careful and sensible.” Mum and Dad had discussed this with them when they’d first booked the cottage. It was in a conservation area, where there were no roads – just a little track that led up to the cottage.

  Adam and Georgia nodded. They would be super-careful. They lived in a busy town, close to a main road that they had to cross in order to get anywhere, so Mum and Dad weren’t happy about letting them take Lucky out on their own at home. That was why they had looked for a holiday home situated in a quiet place. Cliff Cottage wasn’t far from a pretty seaside town called Woolbridge, but it was all on its own on a cliff, surrounded by footpaths. It was going to be brilliant.

  “I’m going to start packing when we get home,” Georgia said dreamily. “We’ll have to remember to pack all of Lucky’s things, too. I wonder if there’s a pet shop in Woolbridge.”

  Adam smirked. “So you can buy him another fancy collar?” Then he rolled out of the way as Georgia aimed a smack at him.

  Lucky gave a little warning bark. He didn’t like it when they squabbled. He didn’t understand that they were just messing about, even though Georgia had tried telling him it was just what twins did. It seemed to him that they were really cross with each other. He looked from Georgia to Adam and back again, his eyes worried, and whined sadly.

  “Sorry, Lucky.” Georgia wriggled over to him, and rubbed his ears and scratched his silky domed spaniel forehead. “It’s OK. We didn’t mean it.”

  Lucky flopped down, head on paws, with a small sigh of relief. His eyes were closing, and within seconds he was asleep in the sun.

  Chapter Three

  “I wish Lucky could come on the back seat with us,” said Georgia, as she gently placed the puppy in his travel crate in the boot. She caught Dad’s eye and sighed. “Oh, it’s all right, Dad. I know he can’t. But it’s just such a long journey! He’s going to be miserable stuck in that crate. And it would be so nice to have him to cuddle on the way.”

  Dad shook his head. “Until he starts jumping around and being silly, and distracting me and Mum when we’re driving. Don’t worry. We’ll have a loo stop at the services, halfway there, and we’ll get Lucky out and you can take him to stretch his legs. He’ll probably go to sleep, now we’ve put his favourite blanket in the crate for him.”

  “I hope so,” Georgia said, patting Lucky gently and rubbing his ears, before she closed the door of the crate. “See you soon, sweetheart.”

  “You get in, Georgia. I’ll go and see what’s keeping your mum and Adam.”


  But Adam was already stomping down the path, lugging his rucksack and looking grumpy. Mum followed along behind, shaking her head. “He’d repacked everything!” she told Dad. “And taken out half the clothes! It’s a good thing I checked. He had a skateboard in there instead!”

  Dad blinked. “But I’ve got his skateboard packed – down the side of Lucky’s travel crate, I’m sure I have.”

  Mum rolled her eyes. “Apparently he needs two.”

  “Wow. Oh, wow…” Georgia breathed. She was standing in front of the cottage, with Lucky in her arms, staring out at the sea. He hadn’t minded the car journey that much – he’d slept most of the time, like she had hoped. But he was definitely glad to be free of his crate.

  They’d only just arrived, and Georgia and Adam had piled out of the car with Lucky to go and look around.

  “It’s beautiful,” Georgia murmured.

  The sun was shining, and it had turned the water to silver, as though a sparkling pathway was stretched across the sea, calling them down to the beach.

  “It really is right next to the sea,” Adam said, grinning. He turned round to look at the cottage behind them, a small, white building, very low to the ground, as if it was trying to hide from the winds that swept across the clifftop. “And there’s the path down to the beach, look!” He pointed to a little path, half natural, but with steps carved into it here and there to make the steep climb to the sand easier.

  “Can we go down…?” Georgia started to say, but Mum was waving to them.

  “Come and help unpack. It won’t take long, and then we can all head to the beach.”

  Georgia sighed and headed back to the car to get her rucksack. Lucky made a little whining noise, twisting in her arms to look at the glittering water. He wanted to go closer. He’d never seen anything like it before. Georgia hugged him tight. “I know, Lucky. I want to go and play down there too. Soon, I promise.”