by Holly Webb
For Tom
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
About the Author
Other titles by Holly Webb
Copyright
Chapter One
Hannah took off her gloves and stuffed them in her pockets. The cold wind was stinging her cheeks, and she looked up at the sky hopefully. Perhaps it would snow soon? It was only November, but it was so cold already! She reached into the tub of winter bird food and scooped out a big helping, scattering it over the bird table. Then she smiled to herself. She was sure she could hear some sparrows and coal tits in the winter jasmine that was growing up the fence. They were scuffling about eagerly, waiting for her to go so that they could swoop in on the delicious mealworms that were their favourite part of the mixture.
She closed the tub and put on her gloves again – it was so cold her fingers had already started to hurt. Then she crept quietly back to the garden bench and curled up in the corner. If she was very, very quiet and still, the birds might come while she was there. It would be more sensible to go inside and watch from her bedroom window, but she loved seeing the birds up close. They were so funny, the way they squabbled and shoved each other off the bird feeders. Hannah’s family had five different bird feeders, and their garden was very popular with the local birds.
Hannah watched, snuggled inside her big scarf and furry hat, smiling to herself as a robin bossily sent all the other birds flapping off into the bushes. She wasn’t going to be able to stay out here much longer; she could hardly feel her fingers. Hugging herself, she slipped into her favourite daydream – that she was cuddled up with a dog next to her, keeping her warm. Almost any dog would do, to be honest. She would really love a big dog that she could hug, but even a little dog would be wonderful.
Of course, as this was a daydream, she might as well have her all-time favourite. Daydream-Hannah sat there with her arms around a huge, black-and-white spotted Dalmatian. Just like Pongo from her favourite film, 101 Dalmatians. Hannah had watched both versions over and over, and Dalmatians were her dream dogs.
Hannah’s mum and dad had been thinking about getting a dog for ages – at least, they always said, “We’ll think about it,” whenever Hannah asked. Her dad was quite keen – he loved going on long walks, and he’d shown her pictures of the dog he’d had when he was a boy. But Hannah’s mum was a bit anxious about Zak, Hannah’s little brother. She was worried that a dog wasn’t a good idea with a toddler around. But Zak was coming up to three now, and Hannah had started dropping hints about dogs again. She didn’t think a dog would be a problem for Zak at all – he loved animals as much as Hannah did, and whenever he met a dog he always wanted to hug it. It was more likely that the dog would need protecting from Zak than the other way around.
Just as she was thinking about her little brother, Hannah heard the kitchen door bang, and he stumbled out into the garden, calling her name.
Hannah gave a cross little sigh as Zak frightened all the birds away. She’d been enjoying the peaceful moment without him around.
But as he wobbled round the corner of the house she couldn’t help smiling. Zak was wearing his big red snowsuit, and it was so stiff and padded that he could hardly move. He looked as though someone had inflated him like a balloon.
“Hannah! Hannah!” He came over and grabbed her hand. “Mummy wants you!”
Hannah’s mum was coming out now too, a big scarf wrapped around her neck. “You must be frozen sitting out here for so long! Did you see any interesting birds?”
Hannah shook her head. “Only the normal ones. I was about to come in, it’s getting dark.”
Mum was beaming. “We came out to tell you some news! I’ve just had a phone call – one I wasn’t expecting.” She took a deep breath. “It was from the lady who runs Dashing Dalmatians.”
Hannah sat bolt upright, staring wide-eyed at her mum. “Is that – is that a Dalmatian breeder?” she asked. “Why did she call you?”
Her mum smiled even more widely. “Because I rang her a few weeks ago, to ask if we could go on the list for one of the next litter of puppies.”
Hannah sprang off the bench and threw her arms around her mum. “Really? You didn’t tell me! We’re going to get a Dalmatian puppy? You mean it?”
Mum nodded. “Let’s go and talk about this inside, I’m freezing!”
Hannah raced into the house, tugging off her coat and scarf, and unzipping Zak from his suit. She ran to put her things away, then skidded back into the kitchen. “Please tell me!”
Her mum laughed. “I should agree to getting a puppy more often… Yes, your dad and I decided that maybe you and Zak were old enough now for us to have a dog. Your dad wanted a big dog and you were desperate for a Dalmatian, so we found this lady – Lisa, she’s called – on the internet. She lives about twenty miles away, close to Mill Green.”
Hannah nodded. Mill Green was a little village she’d visited on a school trip to see the working watermill.
“She breeds Dalmatians – only two or three litters a year, so we thought we might have to wait quite a while for a puppy. But it turns out that someone who’d put her name down for one of the latest litter has changed her mind.” Her mum frowned. “Something about not quite the right markings. Lisa said she’d explain it all properly when we went to see the puppy. She said it shouldn’t matter at all, as we’d told her we weren’t looking for a show dog.”
“When can we go and see the puppy?” Hannah gasped. She hardly knew what to say, she felt so excited.
“How about tomorrow? Oooh, Hannah, don’t squash me!” Her mum laughed as Hannah flung her arms around her waist. “So, you’re pleased, then? You haven’t changed your mind about Dalmatians?”
“Of course not!” Hannah cried. “They’re the best dogs ever! We’re really going to see some tomorrow?”
“Absolutely. It had to be a Saturday, so your dad can come too.” Mum smiled. “He’s going to get a big surprise when he gets home!”
Hannah’s dad was just as excited as she was about the puppy. Mum told him all about the phone call over dinner.
“That’s just such good news,” he murmured. “I thought we’d have to wait ages. We wanted to make sure we got a puppy from a proper breeder, you see, Hannah. Dalmatians can be a bit nervous and excitable, and you have to be careful to meet the parent dogs, that kind of thing. Mum said the lady from Dashing Dalmatians was very nice when she phoned her. She gave her all sorts of test results and told her lots about the breed.” Then he frowned and glanced over at Hannah’s mum. “I’ve just thought. We did say we were going to try and avoid getting a puppy around Christmas though, didn’t we?”
Hannah’s mum nodded slowly. “Oh, goodness, I’d forgotten that. I just didn’t think.” She paused for a moment. “Lisa said that the puppies were six weeks old now, and we could take our puppy home at about eight weeks. So that would be the first week of December, I suppose. Oh, that is a bit close to Christmas.”
“Why can’t we get the puppy before Christmas?” Hannah asked, her voice starting to squeak with panic – they couldn’t change their minds now!
Her dad rubbed her shoulder. “It’s just that Mum and I said that we wouldn’t ever get a dog as a Christmas present – so many puppies end up at shelters after Christmas. And it’s quite a stressful time for a dog, with loads of people around, and the house all turned upside down.”
“But you a
ren’t getting us a dog for Christmas!” Hannah pointed out quickly, her heart thudding with hope. “The puppy just happens to be coming close to Christmas, that’s all. It doesn’t really make the puppy a Christmas present!” She dug her fingers into her hands, looking anxiously from Mum to Dad. Then she added, in case that had sounded greedy, “But I don’t want anything else for Christmas, it’s OK. Just maybe a dog lead?”
Dad laughed. “Don’t worry, I’m not saying we can’t get a puppy. I was just wondering if now was the best time. But to be honest, I’m sure getting a puppy is a big upheaval whenever you do it.”
“So … can we still go tomorrow?” Hannah whispered.
Her mum and dad exchanged a look, and smiled.
“Yes,” Mum told her. “We’ll go.”
“Please-may-I-leave-the-table?” Hannah rattled off. “I don’t want any pudding, thanks. I’m going to go and look up Dalmatians on the computer!”
Chapter Two
Hannah sat in the back of the car next to Zak, biting her lip. Mum had got sick of her asking if they were nearly there, and she’d told Hannah she’d turn the car round if she said it again. It was just that she was desperate to know!
“Look, there’s a sign for Mill Green,” Dad said, taking pity on her. “Not far now.”
Hannah nodded, staring hopefully out of the window. Then she laughed and pointed at a sign standing in the garden of a house just ahead. “Look! It’s all spotty!”
Mum put her indicator on. “That has to be it,” she said. “Yes, it says Dashing Dalmatians.” She parked the car in the driveway.
Hannah could hear excited barking as she got out of the car, and ran round to help Zak undo his car seat straps. “We’re here, Zak! Going to see the dogs!”
“Dogs!” Zak clapped his hands excitedly.
Already, a friendly-looking woman was opening the door of the house, and beside her – Hannah caught her breath at the sight – were two big Dalmatians.
They were so beautiful, snow-white, with a dappling of glossy black spots all over.
“Dog! Dog!” Zak squeaked delightedly, jumping up and down and pulling on Hannah’s hand.
The owner of the dogs laughed. “Somebody’s keen, anyway. I’m Lisa. And this is Robby and Bella. They’re very friendly, you can stroke them. Just watch your little brother though, won’t you? The dogs are a lot bigger than he is; they might knock him over by accident.”
Hannah nodded. “I’ll hold his hand,” she promised. “He loves dogs. We both do.” She stretched out her free hand to Bella, who sniffed it interestedly and then gave her a gentle lick.
“Urrgh!” Zak giggled.
“I don’t mind,” Hannah sighed, and stroked Bella’s soft nose and round her silky spotted ears. Bella was so gorgeous. And a dog just like Bella might be theirs soon. It was hard to believe.
“Is Bella the mum of our puppy? The puppy who might be ours, I mean,” Hannah added hastily. She knew that Lisa would want to check them out before she allowed them to have one of her puppies.
Lisa smiled. “No, she’s too young to have pups just yet – she’s the big sister of our new puppies. Robby here is their dad, though. Their mum’s called Chrissie. Do you want to see them?”
Hannah couldn’t speak, she was so excited. She just nodded so hard her ponytail flew up and down.
“Come inside and let me take your coats. They’re a good age to meet now,” Lisa explained, as she led Hannah’s family through the house, with the two Dalmatians nosing at them inquisitively. “Six weeks old. Their spots have come through. Although they’ll still get more, you can see what they’re going to be like when they’re older. And they’re starting to really enjoy meeting people.”
Hannah looked up at her mum and dad eagerly, and her dad squeezed her shoulder. “You look like you’re about to meet the Queen!” he told her in a whisper.
“I feel like I am!” Hannah whispered back.
“This used to be our dining room, before we started breeding puppies!” Lisa explained, as they came to a door at the end of the hallway. “Now we use it as a puppy room.” She opened the door and led them in. A wire pen occupied about half the room – and it was full of puppies. They were tumbling and squirming over each other and their mother in a black-and-white spotted mass.
“Oh, look at them!” Hannah breathed. “There are so many!”
“How many are there?” Hannah’s dad asked Lisa. “I keep losing count!”
“Twelve.” Lisa smiled. “It’s a huge litter – the biggest we’ve ever had.”
Hannah leaned over the wire netting to see the puppies, and Zak followed her, cooing delightedly at the beautiful little things. Chrissie, the puppies’ mother, watched Hannah and Zak closely, then looked up at Lisa as if to ask if the children were safe.
“It’s all right, Chrissie,” Lisa said gently.
“I can’t tell them apart,” Hannah murmured, sitting down to get a closer look at the puppies rolling around the pen. “Oh! Except that one! He’s got a patch round his tail!”
The patched puppy seemed to know he was being talked about. He pottered over to the wire, and looked at Hannah and Zak with his head on one side.
Hannah giggled at his funny little face, and the puppy jumped back in surprise.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” Hannah told him gently. “I only laughed because you’re so sweet.”
The puppy edged closer again and put out a bright pink tongue to lick Hannah’s fingers – she’d been holding on to the wire without even realizing it.
“Me! Me!” Zak squeaked, making the puppy jump again. He eyed Zak suspiciously and took a step sideways, closer to Hannah. Then he leaned his head against the wire and looked up at her.
Hannah tried not to laugh and scare him again, but it was so difficult. It was almost as if the puppy was talking to her – Scratch my ears, please.
The puppy sighed delightedly as Hannah scratched behind his lovely white-dappled ears. This was good. The little one was a bit loud and bouncy, but this girl was doing excellent ear-scratching. He glared at one of his sisters as she came too close. The girl was his, and he had no intention of sharing. His sister trotted away, back to curl up with their mother.
“Well, he’s certainly taken to you,” Lisa commented. She sounded pleased, and Hannah glanced up at her hopefully. Did that mean they would be allowed to have a puppy? Maybe even – this puppy? Hannah could see that they were all gorgeous, but this one just seemed to have chosen her.
Dad had crouched down next to Hannah to look at the puppies. “Is there a particular puppy we can have?” he asked Lisa. “You mentioned something on the phone yesterday…”
Lisa nodded. “Yes. You know about our waiting list, of course. This litter have all been promised to people who’ve been on the list for a while. They’ll be going to their new homes over the next few weeks.”
Hannah’s heart seemed to fall into her stomach. So they couldn’t have one of these wonderful puppies? Mum must have misunderstood somehow. She looked down at her puppy, his eyes blissfully closed as she tickled him. He was so perfect…
“But one of the ladies who wanted a puppy has changed her mind – she really wants a show dog, you see, and the puppy who was left when she came to see them yesterday won’t be up to showing.”
Mum looked confused. “Why not? They’re all so beautiful. Can you really tell now whether they won’t be show dogs?”
Hannah looked round, her eyes shining. “It’s this puppy, isn’t it? Please say it’s this one!”
The puppy stared up at Lisa too, as though he wanted to hear the news. He wagged his little whip-like tail, with the pretty patch round the base.
“Yes.” Lisa smiled at her. “How did you know?”
Hannah looked shy. She’d read so much about Dalmatians, but she was sure that Lisa knew loads more, and she didn’t want to sound silly. “They aren’t really supposed to have patches, are they?” she murmured. Lisa nodded encouragingly, so she went
on. “The puppies are supposed to be born snow-white, and then the spots grow when they’re a couple of weeks old and they keep on growing for ages – until they’re about a year old even.” She looked over at all the puppies. They were still mostly white, and their spots were only the size of currants. “But sometimes you get puppies born with black patches.” She stroked the puppy’s ears again. “But I’ve never seen a picture of a puppy with a patch on his tail!”
“Neither have I!” Lisa laughed. “He’s really special. But he’d be no good in the show ring – they don’t allow patches. So he can only ever be a pet.” She reached over the wire netting, and gently picked up the puppy, and then she held him close to Hannah. “Would you like him on your lap?”
Hannah nodded. She held out her arms to cuddle the puppy, and he snuggled on to her lap. Zak sat next to her, patting the puppy on the bottom.
But Dad was looking worried. “If there’s something wrong with him, maybe we ought to wait…”
“There’s nothing wrong with him!” Hannah protested. Her voice was sharp with fear that Dad might say no, and the puppy’s eyes widened. He whimpered, unsure what was wrong.
“Try not to speak too loudly,” Lisa said, her voice soothing. “Dalmatians are quite highly-strung; you need to be very calm and gentle.”
“Sorry,” Hannah whispered, half to Lisa and half to the puppy.
“You’re doing really well,” Lisa said reassuringly. Then she looked over at Hannah’s dad. “He’s perfectly healthy. You weren’t planning to take him to shows, I thought?”
Hannah looked hopefully at her dad. “We just want him for a pet. And he might even be better than a normal Dalmatian,” she whispered. “Sometimes they can be deaf, but ones with patches usually hear fine.”
Lisa laughed in surprise. “You really have been doing your homework.”
