Chapter One
“Beth, we need to go now,” her dad told her gently. They didn’t have much time before they needed to leave for the airport.
Beth didn’t answer. She just stroked Harry’s soft white head and chestnut-brown ears. She couldn’t stop the tears dripping down her cheeks. The puppy jumped up, placing his paws on hershoulder, and licked them away. “Oh, Harry, I’m going to miss you so much. I don’t want to say goodbye,” she whispered.
Her voice was so sad that Harry’s curly tail stopped wagging. What was Beth talking about? It didn’t sound good. He hoped they could leave this place soon. It was too noisy, and it smelled odd. There seemed to be lots of other dogs here, he could hear them barking and growling and whimpering. He wanted to go back to his nice home.
“Here’s his basket, and his toys,” Beth’s mother said, putting them into the pen. “I’m sorry but we really do need to go, Beth; we have to set off for the airport soon. It’s going to be so exciting, isn’t it?”
Harry watched his basket, his favourite red rubber bone and squeaky fish being put into the wire cage. Beth squeaked the fish for him a couple of times, then rubbed her hand across her eyes. Harry gave a puzzled whine, looking up at Beth with his big, brown eyes. What was going on?
“Oh, Mum, he knows something bad is happening,” Beth said, as she got to her feet.
“Don’t worry,” the girl from the shelter said gently. She was called Sally and she seemed nice, but Beth wished she’d never had to meet her. “He’ll find a lovely home really soon, I’m sure. He’s such a sweet little dog. Puppies are always easy to rehome, and Jack Russells are a popular breed.”
Beth nodded, wiping her tears away with her sleeve. She supposed she ought to be glad about that – she certainly didn’t want Harry to be here at the shelter for ages, all miserable in a little run. But she didn’t want anyone else to have him either! He was hers.
She’d only had him for two months,when her dad broke the news to her that his company was sending him to America for three years. At first it had seemed so exciting, going to live in New York, but almost at once she’d thought of Harry. Would he like it there?
And then Dad had said he couldn’t come. That it would be too difficult with quarantine, and they would be living in a city flat that wouldn’t be suitable for a dog. Harry had to stay behind, and since they had no one to leave him with, he had to go to the shelter – a home for unwanted dogs. Which didn’t seem fair, because Beth did want him, very much.
“We’ll write to you, to let you know when Harry’s settled with a new owner,” Sally promised. “Really soon. I know he’s going to find a lovely home.”
Beth wanted to shout out that he had a lovely home, but she nodded, and her dad led her out, which was good, because she was crying so much she couldn’t see.
Harry whimpered, calling after her and scrabbling at the wire door. Beth was crying! There was something wrong, and she was going away from him. He howled for two hours, and then he was so exhausted he fell asleep.
When he woke up, she still hadn’t come back.
“Oh, just look at this one,” Grace said longingly. “A Labrador. Isn’t she gorgeous?”
Mum smiled at her. “We haven’t the room, Grace, you know that. Even though she is beautiful. Lovely eyes.”
“Maybe a small dog, like a Jack Russell, then!” Grace started frantically scanning through the shelter website to see if they had any smaller dogs. “They’re those cute little terrier dogs that used to hunt rats. They’re really clever. And small! We’ve got room for one of those, definitely.” Grace looked hopeful.
“No, we haven’t. And you’ll need to get off the computer soon, Gracie, I have to get on to the estate agent’s website again, and see if any more flats have come up.” The Winters were looking to move at the moment, as there just wasn’t enough
“Beth, we need to go now,” her dad told her gently. They didn’t have much time before they needed to leave for the airport.
Beth didn’t answer. She just stroked Harry’s soft white head and chestnut-brown ears. She couldn’t stop the tears dripping down her cheeks. The puppy jumped up, placing his paws on hershoulder, and licked them away. “Oh, Harry, I’m going to miss you so much. I don’t want to say goodbye,” she whispered.
Her voice was so sad that Harry’s curly tail stopped wagging. What was Beth talking about? It didn’t sound good. He hoped they could leave this place soon. It was too noisy, and it smelled odd. There seemed to be lots of other dogs here, he could hear them barking and growling and whimpering. He wanted to go back to his nice home.
“Here’s his basket, and his toys,” Beth’s mother said, putting them into the pen. “I’m sorry but we really do need to go, Beth; we have to set off for the airport soon. It’s going to be so exciting, isn’t it?”
Harry watched his basket, his favourite red rubber bone and squeaky fish being put into the wire cage. Beth squeaked the fish for him a couple of times, then rubbed her hand across her eyes. Harry gave a puzzled whine, looking up at Beth with his big, brown eyes. What was going on?
“Oh, Mum, he knows something bad is happening,” Beth said, as she got to her feet.
“Don’t worry,” the girl from the shelter said gently. She was called Sally and she seemed nice, but Beth wished she’d never had to meet her. “He’ll find a lovely home really soon, I’m sure. He’s such a sweet little dog. Puppies are always easy to rehome, and Jack Russells are a popular breed.”
Beth nodded, wiping her tears away with her sleeve. She supposed she ought to be glad about that – she certainly didn’t want Harry to be here at the shelter for ages, all miserable in a little run. But she didn’t want anyone else to have him either! He was hers.
She’d only had him for two months,when her dad broke the news to her that his company was sending him to America for three years. At first it had seemed so exciting, going to live in New York, but almost at once she’d thought of Harry. Would he like it there?
And then Dad had said he couldn’t come. That it would be too difficult with quarantine, and they would be living in a city flat that wouldn’t be suitable for a dog. Harry had to stay behind, and since they had no one to leave him with, he had to go to the shelter – a home for unwanted dogs. Which didn’t seem fair, because Beth did want him, very much.
“We’ll write to you, to let you know when Harry’s settled with a new owner,” Sally promised. “Really soon. I know he’s going to find a lovely home.”
Beth wanted to shout out that he had a lovely home, but she nodded, and her dad led her out, which was good, because she was crying so much she couldn’t see.
Harry whimpered, calling after her and scrabbling at the wire door. Beth was crying! There was something wrong, and she was going away from him. He howled for two hours, and then he was so exhausted he fell asleep.
When he woke up, she still hadn’t come back.
“Oh, just look at this one,” Grace said longingly. “A Labrador. Isn’t she gorgeous?”
Mum smiled at her. “We haven’t the room, Grace, you know that. Even though she is beautiful. Lovely eyes.”
“Maybe a small dog, like a Jack Russell, then!” Grace started frantically scanning through the shelter website to see if they had any smaller dogs. “They’re those cute little terrier dogs that used to hunt rats. They’re really clever. And small! We’ve got room for one of those, definitely.” Grace looked hopeful.
“No, we haven’t. And you’ll need to get off the computer soon, Gracie, I have to get on to the estate agent’s website again, and see if any more flats have come up.” The Winters were looking to move at the moment, as there just wasn’t enough
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