Kathryn Judson
Trouble Pug©
Kathryn Judson used to be a newspaper reporter
and now co-owns a bookstore. She and her husband
live in Oregon not far from the John Day Fossil Beds.
Book is 8.5x5.5 inches - 170+ pages - plastic comb binding
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1 – The Stray
“Hey, look!” Kisa yelled at her friend Morgan. Kisa was pointing at some
kind of animal moving behind some bushes in the park.
“What is it?” Morgan asked while she backed away. Things that hid in
bushes were not her idea of a good time.
“I don’t know. I thought it was a rabbit, but now I don’t know,” Kisa said.
Kisa started to whistle at it. She was just learning to whistle, and it came out
half whistles and half just blowing.
Morgan laughed. “Rabbits don’t come to whistles, do they?” she asked.
“How do I know? I don’t know any rabbits,” Kisa said. And then she
whistled some more. “C’mon bunny or whatever you are, come on out.”
“If it’s foaming at the mouth or acting strange I’m going home,” Morgan said.
“Me, too,” said Kisa. “I’m not stupid. I don’t want rabies. I just want to
make sure it’s not lost, whatever it is.”
Just then the little animal came out. It was the funniest dog either of the
girls had ever seen. At least they thought it was a dog. It was very square and
had a flat face. It walked with stiff little steps. You could hear it breathing
through its squished-up nose.
Around its neck was a dog collar. On the collar was a tag.
“All right!” Kisa said. “Now we can read the tag and know who to call.”
“That’s if we can catch the dog, or whatever it is, and if it doesn’t bite us
or something,” Morgan said.
“You can think of more things that mightgo wrong than anybody I know!”
Kisa said. “Why don’t we just try being nice and gentle and see if it wants to
be caught and then everything will be OK, all right?”
Morgan thought that was a workable plan.
The girls squatted down and stuck out their hands for the dog to come sniff.
The dog waddled about halfway over to them and stopped and sat down. It
cocked its head. It looked like it was thinking.
It cocked its head the other way. It looked like it was thinking even harder.
“Come on, little one, we won’t hurt you,” Morgan said. “Just don’t bite us,
or anything, OK?” She sounded very nervous...
1 – The Stray
“Hey, look!” Kisa yelled at her friend Morgan. Kisa was pointing at some
kind of animal moving behind some bushes in the park.
“What is it?” Morgan asked while she backed away. Things that hid in
bushes were not her idea of a good time.
“I don’t know. I thought it was a rabbit, but now I don’t know,” Kisa said.
Kisa started to whistle at it. She was just learning to whistle, and it came out
half whistles and half just blowing.
Morgan laughed. “Rabbits don’t come to whistles, do they?” she asked.
“How do I know? I don’t know any rabbits,” Kisa said. And then she
whistled some more. “C’mon bunny or whatever you are, come on out.”
“If it’s foaming at the mouth or acting strange I’m going home,” Morgan said.
“Me, too,” said Kisa. “I’m not stupid. I don’t want rabies. I just want to
make sure it’s not lost, whatever it is.”
Just then the little animal came out. It was the funniest dog either of the
girls had ever seen. At least they thought it was a dog. It was very square and
had a flat face. It walked with stiff little steps. You could hear it breathing
through its squished-up nose.
Around its neck was a dog collar. On the collar was a tag.
“All right!” Kisa said. “Now we can read the tag and know who to call.”
“That’s if we can catch the dog, or whatever it is, and if it doesn’t bite us
or something,” Morgan said.
“You can think of more things that mightgo wrong than anybody I know!”
Kisa said. “Why don’t we just try being nice and gentle and see if it wants to
be caught and then everything will be OK, all right?”
Morgan thought that was a workable plan.
The girls squatted down and stuck out their hands for the dog to come sniff.
The dog waddled about halfway over to them and stopped and sat down. It
cocked its head. It looked like it was thinking.
It cocked its head the other way. It looked like it was thinking even harder.
“Come on, little one, we won’t hurt you,” Morgan said. “Just don’t bite us,
or anything, OK?” She sounded very nervous...