Jess the Lonely Puppy

by Holly Webb

  For Robin

  and William

  For more information about Holly Webb visit: www.holly-webb.com

  CONTENTS

  Title Page

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

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  Copyright

  Chapter One

  Chloe laughed delightedly as the ducklings squabbled over the bread. It was probably a special treat for them, she decided, as it wasn’t just any old bread, but the crusts of her cheese-and-ketchup sandwiches. Ducks probably didn’t get ketchup very often. She crouched down by the edge of the lake to watch them. The ducklings polished off the last few crumbs, and then circled hopefully nearer, in case she had any more. They were so sweet – mostly brown, with yellow streaks and patches, and really fluffy. Their mother was paddling watchfully around them, eyeing Chloe carefully.

  A couple of the little ducks were getting braver now, swimming closer and closer. Chloe held her breath as the pair of them clambered on to the muddy edge of the lake with awkward little hops. They were coming to see her! She just wished she had some more sandwich for them. The bravest of the ducklings pecked thoughtfully at the toe of her trainer, but didn’t seem very impressed.

  “Sorry,” she whispered, trying not to laugh out loud and scare them away. “I haven’t got anything else!”

  Suddenly there was a scuffling noise and an ear-splitting bark. A little black-and-white dog burst through a clump of reeds and nearly knocked Chloe into the lake.

  The ducklings squeaked in alarm and leaped back into the water, swimming away as fast they could, little feet paddling furiously.

  “Oops!” The boy chasing the dog grinned. “Sorry, Chlo, did Jess knock you over?”

  “No, I’m just sitting in the mud because I feel like it!” she snapped. She looked out across the lake, watching the mother duck and her babies speeding off into the deeper water, away from badly behaved dogs. She wished she could swim away too.

  Jess watched the ducklings and barked after them happily. She’d never seen ducklings before, and they were very exciting.

  “Why isn’t she on her lead?” Chloe asked her brother crossly, as she struggled to her feet and tried to brush the sticky mud off her denim shorts. “She’s not old enough to walk on her own, Mum and Dad said. She might run off and get lost, or get into a fight with another dog.”

  Will shrugged. “There’s no one else around, Chloe; why shouldn’t she have a run? She isn’t bothering anyone.”

  “She’s bothering me,” Chloe growled. She knew she sounded grumpy and miserable, but she had really been enjoying playing with the ducks, and she’d hoped the bravest one might even have let her stroke him.

  Will sighed and rolled his eyes, and Jess, bored now that the ducks had disappeared, scrabbled her muddy paws up against Chloe’s legs, hoping for some of the bread she could smell.

  “Ow! Get her off me!” Chloe squeaked, dodging sideways and almost falling into the lake. Will grabbed her arm to pull her back, and Chloe shoved him away crossly. Jess jumped around them with ear-splitting barks, thinking that this was all a game.

  “What’s going on? Are you two all right? Chloe, come away from the edge, sweetheart, you might go in. And I’m not diving after you!”

  Chloe and Will’s grandad gently pulled them away from the water. Chloe had started crying, and Will looked cross. Jess whined. She wasn’t sure what was going on, but suddenly she didn’t like this game any more. She slunk away from the children, and trotted off round the side of the lake.

  “Go and get her, Will,” Grandad said. “Put her back on her lead. She isn’t really old enough to go off the lead yet.”

  Will chased after Jess, who darted away, glad that this was a game again. Grandad put his arm round Chloe. “What’s up? Jess didn’t hurt you, did she?”

  Chloe shook her head. “She just knocked me over and got me all muddy. But I was watching those ducks, and she chased them all away. Why does she have to be so rough?”

  “She’s only little, Chloe. Puppies are silly like that. And Jess doesn’t know her own strength.”

  Chloe sniffed and looked over at Jess and Will, who were running back towards them now.

  “Why don’t you take her for a walk round the lake with Will, once he’s got her back on the lead?” Grandad suggested gently. “I’ll come too, if you want.”

  Chloe hesitated. She’d like to go, if Jess was on the lead… But then the puppy spotted two Canada geese flying overhead and barked at full volume, jumping up and trying to catch the birds, who ignored her completely.

  She shrank back against Grandad. “No, it’s OK. I’ll go back and sit with Mum and Dad, and read my book.”

  Grandad sighed as he watched her run back to her parents, who were sitting on the picnic rug. He followed after her slowly.

  Jess scampered off, and Will laughed as she pulled hard on her lead. She loved walks like this, with lots of different things to sniff out and chase. She caught sight of another duck in the distance and woofed happily, turning back to glance bright-eyed at Will. They raced away excitedly together.

  Chloe sat down on the rug and stared at her book, but she wasn’t really reading it. It was a book about a girl and her dog, which was quite funny really, she realized. Girls who read dog books were supposed to like dogs, not be scared of them.

  Chloe propped her chin on her hands and reread the first line of the page, but she just couldn’t concentrate. Why hadn’t she gone with Grandad and Will to walk Jess? She had been so excited when Mum and Dad had finally given in and said yes, they could get a puppy at last. Will and Chloe had been begging them for ages. It was going to be a family dog, who belonged to everyone, even though it was Will who was the keenest. He was ten now, and Mum and Dad had said that if he was really careful he and Chloe would be able to take the puppy out on their own, once they’d been to some dog-training classes.

  Unluckily, although the Greys had had Jess for six weeks now and she was big enough to go out for proper walks, the dog-training classes had clashed with Will’s football practice, so Jess hadn’t been to any yet. Will didn’t mind too much. He and Dad took her for really long walks when Dad got home from work, or sometimes he went with Grandad.

  But Chloe didn’t go at all. She had been sure that everything would be OK. She couldn’t possibly be scared of a tiny little puppy, could she? When they’d had a family discussion to decide what sort of dog they should get, she had said she didn’t mind as long as it was friendly and sweet, and not too big. And not a boxer.

  It had been a boxer who’d frightened her three years ago, back in her first year at school. She’d been running after Mum and Will through the park on the way home, and she’d gone a bit too close to the big dog. It had thought she was going to snatch the stick it was playing with and snapped at her. The boxer hadn’t really hurt Chloe, just torn her cardigan sleeve, but she had been terrified, and Mum had been furious with the dog’s owner. She’d told the boy that his dog should be on a lead if it wasn’t properly under control. She’d said she’d report him to the police if she ever saw it loose in the park again.

  Then Mum had explained to Will and Chloe that they mustn’t ever, ever go near strange dogs, even if they looked friendly. Chloe had known that already, of course, but she hadn’t meant to upset the dog. She’d just run a little bit too close.

  For ages, she would beg Mum to take them the long way home from school so they didn’t have to go through the park, where there were always people walking dogs. But that had b
een three years ago. She could walk through the park now, although she wouldn’t stroke even the friendliest dogs.

  Chloe had been certain that a puppy would be all right. She loved the idea of having a dog, and a puppy that she knew from when it was tiny – surely she wouldn’t be scared?

  But it hadn’t worked out like that at all. The first time Chloe had seen Jess, the Border collie puppy was gorgeous – so fluffy, like a little black-and-white ball. They had gone to see the litter of puppies at the breeder’s, and Chloe and Will had laughed at the funny little pups climbing over each other and bouncing around their pen. Chloe had been so excited, and when she finally plucked up the courage to stroke the little black-and-white head, Jess had licked her hand with a tiny pink tongue. Chloe had loved her all at once.

  She could see Will and Jess now, playing by the tall trees at the edge of the lake, Jess jumping excitedly at the stick that Will was waving. It was the kind of energetic game Jess loved.

  That was Chloe’s problem. Jess wasn’t just fluffy and sweet. She was jumpy too, and wriggly and loud. Will played with her all the time, and that made her even more excited. She would jump around his feet, barking away, and Chloe couldn’t help looking at her sharp little white teeth. She’d been looking forward to the puppy curling up on her lap for a cuddle sometimes, but Jess just didn’t seem to be that sort of dog.

  Chloe tried to hide it, but even though she wanted to, she was too scared to touch her. And Jess had Will, who loved her so much. Why would she bother with a girl who never stroked her, and pulled away even if Jess just gave her an interested sniff?

  Chapter Two

  Chloe was half-reading, and half-listening to Grandad and her parents chatting, when a loud bark made her jump. She watched as the puppy suddenly appeared from among the trees, streaking towards them in a black-and-white blur.

  “She’s running about off her lead again,” she said nervously.

  Mum looked round at Jess. “She’s just having fun, Chloe, don’t worry.”

  Jess stopped a little way away from the picnic rug and barked again anxiously. She needed them to come now, but they were just staring at her. She pawed at Chloe’s leg, but Chloe pulled away with a frightened squeak.

  Jess shook her ears crossly. Why did Chloe always do that? Frantically, she ran back towards the trees a little way and barked again.

  “I think something’s wrong,” Dad said, frowning and getting up. “Where’s Will?”

  Will! Yes, they’d understood at last! Jess whined again, and then wagged her tail as Dad and Chloe finally followed her. Will had told her to fetch them, and even though she hadn’t wanted to leave him, she was desperate to help.

  “Oh, no…” Dad muttered as they got closer to the trees. Huddled at the bottom of one of the taller trees was Will. Dad and Chloe broke into a run.

  “It’s all right, we’re here now,” Dad said, as he crouched down by Will.

  “I fell – I got really high up and a branch broke…” Will said faintly.

  “Don’t worry, we’ll sort you out,” Dad said soothingly. He turned to Chloe. “Go and get your mum and tell her to phone an ambulance. I think Will might have broken his leg.”

  Jess sat in the kitchen in her basket, whimpering every so often. She didn’t know what was happening, but things were definitely not right. And she didn’t know where Will was.

  “Shh, shh, Jess,” Grandad said gently, stroking her head. “Don’t worry. Poor Jess, it must have been very frightening for her, seeing Will like that.”

  “It was frightening for everybody,” Chloe whispered, cupping her hands round her hot chocolate. Grandad had made it for her. He said even though it was summer, there was nothing like hot chocolate when people were upset. But it didn’t seem to be working.

  “I wish Mum would ring.” Chloe stared hopefully at the phone, as though that would make it burst into life. “She promised she’d ring as soon as she knew what was happening.”

  Grandad patted Chloe’s hand, a bit like he’d stroked Jess. “I know it was scary, but Will’s going to be well looked after. A broken leg mends quickly, and Will’s healthy and strong. He was awake and talking to us, that’s the important thing.”

  Chloe nodded. She supposed her grandad was right, but Will’s leg had been all twisted and wrong-looking.

  At last the phone rang, and Chloe spilled her drink all over the table.

  Grandad reached for the phone before Chloe could grab it. “Hello, love. What’s happening?”

  Chloe hovered next to Grandad trying to hear, but it was mostly just Mm-hm and Right, from his end. She couldn’t hear Mum properly.

  Finally Grandad put down the phone.

  “Didn’t she want to talk to me?” Chloe asked, sounding rather hurt.

  “She didn’t have long, Chlo. Will’s going to have an operation on his leg. She needed to be with him.”

  Chloe gaped at him. “An operation? But I thought he’d just have plaster put on it? Isn’t that what you do for broken legs? That’s what Maddy had when she broke her arm.”

  Grandad nodded. “It’s quite a bad break – he fell a long way. He’s going to have some special pins put in it, to hold together the bone while it mends. Don’t worry, they do it all the time.”

  “Is Will going to have to stay in hospital for long?” Chloe asked, tracing patterns in hot chocolate on the plastic tablecloth. She’d wiped it up, but not very well.

  Jess came and stood with her paws on Grandad’s knee. She could hear them talking about Will. Where was he? When was he coming home?

  “For a while,” Grandad replied. “Mum wasn’t sure. I’m going to stay here for a couple of nights to look after you.”

  Chloe felt her throat tighten. She had thought Will would be home tonight. Staying in hospital sounded scary.

  Jess looked at Chloe. Was she worried about Will? What was going on? She whimpered, staring up at Chloe and Grandad hopefully. But Chloe just turned away and walked quickly out of the room, her eyes filling with tears.

  “Let’s leave her to calm down,” Grandad murmured to Jess.

  Jess stared up at him with big, sad eyes. Everyone was upset, and the house felt strange without Will. She wanted him to come home and play fetch with her in the garden.

  Grandad sighed and tickled her behind the ears. “I know, Jess. I want him home too. But it’s just going to be us for a while.”

  The last week of the summer term was usually brilliant fun. But this year, everything seemed different. Will and Chloe normally walked to school together, because it was only just round the corner, and Will was in Year 6 and old enough to be sensible, Mum said. But all that week, Chloe had to walk to school with Grandad, because she couldn’t go by herself. Jess came too, as Grandad said she really needed some exercise.

  Chloe missed Will, and Mum and Dad too. They were spending a lot of time at the hospital with Will, and Grandad was going to stay at Chloe’s house for the rest of the week to help. She loved Grandad, but she couldn’t help feeling a bit left out. At least she had pony camp to look forward to. She and her friend Maddy were spending the second week of the holidays staying at a riding centre, where they’d each get to look after their own special pony all week. They were going pony-trekking and they’d be learning to jump, too. Chloe couldn’t wait.

  Maddy met them halfway to school as usual. She knew all about Chloe’s problems with Jess, but she adored dogs too.

  “She’s so lovely,” Maddy told Chloe, as Jess trotted alongside them. “I do know what you mean about her being boisterous, but she’s so cute!”

  Chloe sighed. Even though Maddy was her best friend, and she was trying really hard to understand how Chloe felt about Jess, she just couldn’t. Maddy loved dogs almost as much as Will!

  On Tuesday after school, Mum picked Chloe up in the car to take her to visit Will. She’d seen him for five minutes the day before, but he’d still been sleepy after the operation, and she wasn’t sure he’d really known she was there. Chloe was
desperate to see him, but a bit nervous at the same time. She knew he was bound to ask about Jess, and she didn’t know what to say.

  Chloe was starting to worry about the puppy. She spent most of her time moping in her basket, or perched on the window seat in the living room, where she usually sat to watch for Will walking home from school. Obviously she was waiting for him to come, and whenever she heard Mum or Dad pulling up in the car she would rush to the door barking excitedly, her plumy tail wagging. Then as soon as she realized Will wasn’t with them, she would slink sadly back to her basket.

  Will had a big cast on his leg, but otherwise he was his old self. Except that he hated having to keep still.

  Chloe perched on the edge of Will’s bed, while Mum went over to speak to one of the nurses.

  “I can’t believe I’m going to be stuck in bed for ages!” he groaned.

  “Does it hurt?” Chloe asked, biting her lip.

  “No, it’s all right, I’ve got medicine to stop it hurting. It’s itchy though.” Will frowned. “Chloe, how’s Jess? Is she missing me? Mum says she’s fine, but I think she’s just saying anything to make me feel better.”

  Chloe glanced over at Mum, who was still talking to the nurse. She knew what he meant. But she didn’t want to upset Will either. Worrying about Jess would only make him feel worse.

  “She’s OK,” Chloe said carefully. “She does miss you, but Grandad’s taking her for walks, and she comes with us to school and back.”

  “But Grandad can’t run, Chloe. He’s too old! Jess needs loads of exercise. And I was supposed to take her to dog-training in the holidays.” He looked worried. “Couldn’t you go for walks with Grandad?” Will pleaded. “I know you’re nervous with Jess, but if Grandad was there too…”