Pet Disasters by Claudia Mills

Author:Claudia Mills [Mills, Claudia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-0-375-89958-4
Publisher: Random House Children's Books
Published: 2011-07-11T16:00:00+00:00

Brody’s parents and sisters came over and heard the story of Brody and Dog, told to them by Brody. Brody’s sisters were in middle school: Cammie was thirteen and Cara was eleven. Mason thought they were all right, as far as best friends’ older sisters went. Their most annoying habit was bursting into gales of giggles at most things he said, even (or especially) things that Mason hadn’t meant to be funny.

“Oh, Dog,” Cammie cooed, covering his head with kisses. Ugh!

“Dog, let me pet you,” Cara coaxed, crowding in with kisses of her own.

Even Brody’s mom seemed utterly smitten with Dog, praising his bright eyes and gentle manner. Only Brody’s dad kept his distance from Dog, because of his allergies. Mason, too, stood stiffly off to the side.

“Don’t you like Dog, Mason?” Cammie asked.

“I guess he’s okay,” Mason said. “I wouldn’t go so far as to use the word ‘like.’ ”

Cammie and Cara exploded into giggles.

“You didn’t let me finish my story!” Brody said. “Dog would have been put to sleep—killed!—if I hadn’t adopted him!”

Cammie and Cara each gave Dog another huge hug.

“I think adopting Dog was the best thing I ever did, don’t you?” Brody asked them.

It was true that saving Dog had been Brody’s idea. But Mason couldn’t help thinking: It also happened because I said yes.

“Now you need to come home,” Brody’s mom told him. “It’s time for bath and bed. You have to get up early for art camp tomorrow.”

“Can I sleep over at Mason’s with Dog?” Brody begged. “Just for tonight? And tomorrow night?”

“For tonight,” his mother agreed. “Not tomorrow night. Tomorrow night we’re leaving on our camping trip, remember?”

Brody looked as if he’d rather forget.

Mason was glad Brody was staying for a sleepover. This way, Dog could sleep with Brody and wouldn’t be expecting to sleep with Mason. Brody could find out how much fun it was to sleep on a summer night buried under sixty pounds of hot, smelly dog.

“Hey, Dog, let’s go in,” Brody said. He held open the door for Dog, and Dog bounded inside, Brody following after.

Mason watched them go. If the dog was man’s best friend, did that mean that Dog was now Brody’s best friend? If so, what did that make Mason?

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