LOST! A DOG CALLED BEAR (Chapter 1)
What Bear liked, almost more than anything else in the world, was riding in the back of the pickup truck. He liked racing from side to side to see everything going past, sniffing the wind as it flapped his jowls and ruffled his fur, and barking at dogs on the ground.
The other thing Bear liked almost more than anything else in the world was bossing sheep and making them go where he wanted.
But what he liked best of all, more than anything else in the world, was Logan—because Logan was his boy.
What Logan liked, almost more than anything else in the world, was riding around the farm in the back of the pickup truck. He liked bouncing over the bumps, singing into the wind as it ruffled his hair, and watching Bear race from side to side. He liked the way his friends from town thought riding in the back with him was as cool as all the things he thought would be cool in town.
The other thing Logan liked, almost more than anything else in the world, was walking around the farm with his dad and watching Bear herd the sheep wherever they were supposed to go.
What he liked best of all, more than anything else in the world, was Bear—because Bear was his dog.
But now Logan’s mother and father had sold the farm. His dad and Bear were going to work on a big ranch in the mountains, and Logan and his mom were moving to the city.
Logan felt like the turkey’s wishbone being pulled apart after Thanksgiving dinner. What he wished was for everything to be the same way it always had been.
“Your dad and I are still friends,” said his mom. “We just can’t live together anymore.”
“It doesn’t change how I feel about you,” said his dad. “I still love you as much as ever.”
“But what about Bear?” asked Logan. “How’s he supposed to understand?”
“He’ll like it on the ranch,” said his dad. “They’ve got a couple of working dogs already. Bear will get along fine with them.”
“He’ll hate it!” shouted Logan. “He’ll miss me—he needs to come with me!”
His dad didn’t tell him off for shouting. He pulled Logan close and hugged him. “Not as much as I’ll miss you,” he said. “But maybe you’re right. Maybe Bear should go with you.”
“The yard in our new house is very small,” said Logan’s mom.
“I’ll walk him every day,” said Logan. “Bear will be all right, as long as he is with me.”
What Hannah liked, almost more than anything else in the world, was going to the beach. She liked splashing through the waves with her friends and running on the sand, feeling the wind flip her pony-tail as if it was as happy as she was.
But what Hannah liked more than anything was dogs—and what she wanted, more than absolutely anything else in the world, was a dog of her own.
“Our yard’s not big enough,” said her mom.
“I’d walk it every day,” said Hannah.
“Dogs stink!” said her dad.
“I’d give it a bath,” said Hannah.
“You’ll forget to feed it,” said her mom.
“I’d never forget,” said Hannah.
LOST! A DOG CALLED BEAR Copyright © 2011 by Wendy Orr