Hi Everyone, DivaDog here.
Since Gypsy and I have settled in Texas, I’ve been lazy. I’ve talked Gypsy into share some of her children’s stories here. She’s agreed to let me put up one story a week for the summer. We’re still talking about what to call this new change. I think we should call them DivaTales, but Gypsy’s not convinced.
This first one is called Friends. It is part of a collection of stories called Patches and the Chickendog, which is a collection of “read to me” stories for ages 4-8. You can get the entire collection in either paperback or ebook form at https://www.books2read.com/u/mV7EBA
Gypsy donates all money earned from sales of Patches and the Chickendog to help other homeless pets until they find their new families. Please buy a copy, and share with your friends. No animals should be homeless, just like no people should be homeless.
Patches and the Chickendog: Friends
“Hey, who are you?”
Benjamin jumped. He looked around. He did not see anyone. Was a ghost talking to him?
He shifted closer to the door. Benjamin yipped for Lady to let him inside. He did not like this place. It was different and strange and scary. Now a ghost was talking to him.
He raised a paw and scratched at the back door.
“Do you live here now? Or don’t you talk to strangers?” The voice said. It sounded closer.
“W-w-who are you?” Benjamin turned around so fast his big ears flew around. They covered his eyes for a moment. Shaking his head, he flipped them off his nose.
There was a cat walking along the top of the fence. It was a black and white and brown cat. Its face was flat, like it had run into a wall. It was black around one eye and ear, and brown around the other. The rest of his face was white.
“Patches, the bravest lady cat in the world, at your service. Who are you?” Patches jumped from the fence to the deck.
Benjamin took two steps back. He sat down when his tail ran into the door. “I’m Benjamin Franklin Bagel Hound. This is my new home.”
“Hi Benny, good to meet you. We’re gonna be best friends.”
“The name’s Benjamin and I am not weird. I am a Bagel Hound.”
“And what exactly is a Bagel Hound?” Patches asked. She sat down. He was one big, funny looking dog.
“My mother was a basset hound and my father was a beagle. Lady says I am a Bagel Hound.”
“Well I’m a peke face tri-color short hair Persian, Benny. If this is your new home, you should be exploring. You know, looking for the best places to take a nap. After all, you are a dog.”
“I think I’ll just sit here, thank you very much. And the name’s Benjamin.”
“Yeah, okay, sure, Benny.” Patches leapt to the deck. She walked closer and closer.
Benjamin moved closer to the door. “Go away. You’re a cat and you don’t live here.”
“You’re not a dog. You’re a chicken. You’re scared, aren’t you?”
“Umm, well, not exactly. I have to stay here. I have to guard Lady.”
“You are a chicken! A chickendog who is afraid of your own yard! Come on, I’ll show you around. I know this place like the back of my paw.”
Patches rubbed her shoulder against Benjamin’s leg. Then she circled him and did it again.
“Well, okay. But only until Lady lets me into the house,” Benjamin said.
“Sure thing, Benny. Like I said, we’re gonna be the best friends. I’ll teach you how to be brave, too.”
“Well, I guess.” Benjamin followed Patches. She walked into the overgrown yard.
He was much bigger than the little black and white and brown cat. She was much braver than he was. Maybe having a brave friend wouldn’t be such a bad thing after all.
“And my name is Benjamin, not Benny.”
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