Shamus the Urban Rez Dog, P.I. by Leslie Gentile

Author:Leslie Gentile
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: JUV028000 JUVENILE FICTION / Mysteries Detective Stories JUV002070 JUVENILE FICTION / Animals / Dogs JUV019000 JUVENILE FICTION / Humorous Stories
ISBN: 9781770867086
Publisher: DCB Young Readers
Published: 2023-09-02T00:00:00+00:00

23

Rainey dried her eyes quickly as everyone came back into the kitchen, pretending that everything was fine. Mom was extra cheerful-sounding, and even insisted that I get some pancakes in my breakfast, which was okay with me.

Cole and Rainey scraped the leftovers into my dog dish and added some crunchies. I sat and drooled impatiently, waiting as Mom filled everyone in on what had happened in the living room.

Cole and Rainey loaded the dishwasher while Grandma and Uncle Doug sat at the kitchen table, listening as Mom described the police visit.

“I know they’re just trying to help figure out what’s going on,” said Mom. “But it sure makes you feel guilty to have the cops show up at your house like that!”

“Well, I hope they figure it out fast,” said Grandma. “I’m getting too old for this much drama!”

I listened with one ear while I wolfed down my breakfast. Light, fluffy pancakes with blueberry syrup, there’s no better way for a guy to start the day, let me tell you! Now if they’d had some sausages, or some bacon, that would be even better. There was this one Christmas morning when —

The doorbell rang again, and I took off barking to let everyone know it had rung, in case they’d missed it. I skidded to a stop just ahead of Rainey, eager to see who it was this time.

She held my collar to keep me back and opened the door. It was Max.

“Hey, Max, come on in,” Rainey said. “We’re just finishing breakfast. Uncle Doug made pancakes!”

Mom came down the hall after us. “Hi, Max. Have you eaten breakfast? There’s lots left over.”

Max grinned at Mom and said, “Well, it was kind of a small breakfast, so I could fit in a few pancakes, I guess!” I knew just how he felt. It was hard to turn down Uncle Doug’s pancakes.

We all headed back to the kitchen, me in the lead to let everyone know we had company. And to break out the pancakes again. Because I could always fit a few more in.

Everyone said hello to Max, and Grandma got up to give him a big hug. Uncle Doug served Max some pancakes. Rainey brought the syrup to the table for him. Me, I was already drooling, hoping for more leftovers.

“How’s your mom, Max?” Grandma asked.

“Oh, she’s pretty good, thanks,” he answered, pouring syrup onto his stack of pancakes. “She got a job at the new store next to Rigby’s, so she’s pretty happy.”

Grandma smiled and said, “I’m so glad to hear it. I knew it wouldn’t take her long to find a new job.”

Max smiled gratefully at her and then concentrated on eating. I watched carefully to see if he was going to finish the whole plate or leave some for me. Boy, that kid could eat!

Unfortunately for me, even though Max had already eaten breakfast, he still managed to finish off his whole plate. He thanked Mom again and put his dish in the dishwasher.

“Hey, kids, why don’t we take Shamus out in the yard, and we can work on his training?” suggested Uncle Doug.

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