Dog Stories by Various Authors

Author:Various Authors
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Random House Australia
Published: 2016-08-31T04:00:00+00:00

Now, if you’ve ever been the only new kid, I think you’ll agree that the last thing you want to happen is for everyone to be checking you out. I prayed to become invisible at that moment. Little did I know that things were about to get so much worse.

You see, just as we were about to go into the classroom, I felt something wet on the back of my leg. It was followed by a panting sound. I turned around and there she was.

‘Suzie!’ I exclaimed in horror. ‘What are you doing here?’

My little sister clapped her hands and shouted gleefully, ‘Suzie!’

You’re probably wondering why I was so upset about Suzie being there. Well, despite the fact that she had been the cutest puppy I’d ever seen – with huge brown eyes, that sweet puppy smell and giant paws she was yet to grow into – the grown up version of Suzie was trouble with a capital ‘T’.

I’m sure you’re thinking labradors are incredibly intelligent creatures. They work as guide dogs and assistance dogs. Ours, unfortunately, developed other talents – namely escapology and garbology with a healthy dose of fartology thrown in for good measure. She was without a doubt the greatest canine escape artist of all time. Life was never dull with Suzie about.

Our dad liked to call Suzie ‘the Wonderdog’, but that had nothing to do with her incredible talent. He said it was a wonder he hadn’t dropped her off at the pound or given her away. Every time he threatened to do just that, me and my sisters would beg him not to and promise to clean up after her – which we did and it was gross!

Garbage night was the worst because Suzie would somehow get into the neighbours’ bins. She’d knock them over, drag out the bin bags, hefting and heaving them all the way home. We’d know she’d been at it as soon as Dad put up the blinds and shouted ‘You dirty dog!’ at the top of his lungs. We would run out of the house in our pyjamas and dressing-gowns to find tin cans and empty bottles and dirty nappies strewn all over our front lawn.

She was a nightmare, but then she’d look at you with those big brown eyes, wag that windscreen-wiper tail and whimper and all would be forgiven. She was bad, she was good, she was cute, she was mad, but best of all, she was ours and we loved her to bits.

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