Kristy Thomas: Dog Trainer (The Baby-Sitters Club #118) by Ann M. Martin

Author:Ann M. Martin
Language: eng
Format: azw3, mobi, epub
Tags: Social Themes, Juvenile Fiction, Friendship
ISBN: 9780545874380
Publisher: Scholastic Inc.
Published: 2015-08-25T11:37:45.768000+00:00

What a beautiful day, I thought, stretching and yawning. Then I remembered it was Saturday and decided it was an even more beautiful day. I got up, got dressed, and went downstairs to eat a Breakfast of Coaches and Champions.

Wise coach that I am, I had foreseen it was going to be a beautiful day and had called a Krushers’ practice for that morning.

The Krushers, as you may remember, is the kids’ softball team I coach, with Abby as my assistant coach. It’s mostly for really little kids. Some kids who are older and on other teams also play on the team, but the average age of the approximately twenty regular players is 5.8. Our full name is Kristy’s Krushers, which was the name given us by Jackie Rodowsky, a good ball player and terrific sport who has the amazing ability to get into all kinds of weird and sometimes funny accidents wherever he goes.

David Michael and Karen were ready and waiting at the kitchen table. Their gloves were by their plates, and although we didn’t have a game that day, Karen was wearing her Krushers shirt. She’s the only one on the team who spells it with a “C.” Karen is a stickler for accuracy.

“Hi, Krushers,” I said, making myself a cereal combo. Cereal combos are one of the nice things about having lots of different people in a family. It means that you aren’t usually stuck with one variety of cereal. I passed on Watson’s low-fat cereal with extra bran, and went instead for a combo of Rice Krispies (Nannie’s favorite), plain cornflakes (Charlie’s), and granola mix (Mom’s).

“Can we take Scout to practice?” Karen asked.

“I don’t see why not, if Watson says it’s okay,” I answered.

“Shannon too,” David Michael insisted.

Watson, who’d been reading his newspaper at the end of the table with Scout at his side, looked up. “Daddy, please?” Karen begged, clasping her hands together dramatically, as if she were pleading for someone’s life.

I saw Watson’s lips twitch. “We-e-ell,” he said.

“Pleeeeease,” Karen repeated.

“Okay,” Watson decided, which was a signal for Karen to take off like a shot to get Scout’s leash and yellow jacket, with David Michael right behind her to get Shannon’s gear.

We ambled to practice, giving Shannon and Scout time to thoroughly sniff everything that interested them. Since Shannon was older than Scout, she was more used to being on a leash, and I think it helped Scout to see Shannon taking everything in stride.

Even though it was early, the school playground was already getting crowded. Fortunately, the softball diamond hadn’t been claimed by anyone yet, except for a lone jogger methodically rounding the bases.

Abby. Of course. She’s as competitive as I am, if not more so. I should have known that she would be here even earlier, to make sure no one else took “our” field.

I waved to her. She waved back and jogged to me.

As everyone arrived, Shannon got her usual share of attention, and naturally Scout got a good bit of attention too.

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