That Furball Puppy and Me by Carol Wallace, Bill Wallance Page B
Authors: Carol Wallace, Bill Wallance
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screamed.
Daddy grabbed the pitchfork near the side door.
Mama scooped up the puppy and me in her fluffy blue robe and hurried toward the house.
I struggled to get free. Gallic needed my help. She was old. There were seven rats. Mama wouldnât loosen her grip. I finally struggled high enough on her shoulder so I could see over.
Callie had Smitty in her sharp teeth. Daddy was whacking at something with a big stick. Except for Nora the others had disappeared into the darkness. I could see her glaring back at me from the barn rafters. A little smile covered her face when our eyes met. Despite the chill her look left inside me, I glared back.
Mama stood just inside the doorway of the house. She held us so tight we were kind of smushed together. The puppy licked my face.
âHey, you promised. None of that puppy stuff!â
âThank you for saving me!â he yipped. âI was so scared, and I thought that you had left me for those big rats. They were going to eat me in one bite. Thank you, Gray!â His pink tongue licked at me again.
Mama was still standing inside the door holding us when Daddy and Callie came in.
âThere were too many of them. Callie got one and I got one, but the rest got away. I think that crazy cat was trying to save the puppy!â
âI didnât think Gray liked the puppy. But look at them now!â Mama was holding us a little close. The dumb puppy kept licking me so much that my fur was getting wet.
Mama carried us into the kitchen and settled us into the box of towels. The puppy nuzzled up to me. I curled around him to keep him warm.
Maybe he wasnât so bad after all. He had tried to keep the rats back. Maybe when we got bigger we could go hunting together.
Being friends with a dog might not be so bad after all.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
High school sweethearts, Carol Wallace and Bill Wallace have raised three children: Laurie, Nikki, and Justin. They live on the family farm near Chickasha, Oklahoma, with six dogs, one cat, one horse, and one albino rat snake.
Carol taught second grade for twenty-six years. When she left the teaching profession, she planned to spend her time relaxing and cleaning closets. That got oldâreal quick. The family cat, Gray, was a constant source of entertainment. Carol had lots of anecdotes about the pet. Not sure how to share those stories, Carol had Bill help her write the first book about Gray,
The Flying Flea, Callie, and Me.
At home, Bill and Carol try to keep up with their animals, their writing, and their granddaughters, Kristine and Bethany. Part of their time is spent traveling to speak at schools and conferences throughout the United States.
Chomps, their Scottish terrier, joins in the fun for thisâtheir second book about their loving cat, Gray.
Daddy grabbed the pitchfork near the side door.
Mama scooped up the puppy and me in her fluffy blue robe and hurried toward the house.
I struggled to get free. Gallic needed my help. She was old. There were seven rats. Mama wouldnât loosen her grip. I finally struggled high enough on her shoulder so I could see over.
Callie had Smitty in her sharp teeth. Daddy was whacking at something with a big stick. Except for Nora the others had disappeared into the darkness. I could see her glaring back at me from the barn rafters. A little smile covered her face when our eyes met. Despite the chill her look left inside me, I glared back.
Mama stood just inside the doorway of the house. She held us so tight we were kind of smushed together. The puppy licked my face.
âHey, you promised. None of that puppy stuff!â
âThank you for saving me!â he yipped. âI was so scared, and I thought that you had left me for those big rats. They were going to eat me in one bite. Thank you, Gray!â His pink tongue licked at me again.
Mama was still standing inside the door holding us when Daddy and Callie came in.
âThere were too many of them. Callie got one and I got one, but the rest got away. I think that crazy cat was trying to save the puppy!â
âI didnât think Gray liked the puppy. But look at them now!â Mama was holding us a little close. The dumb puppy kept licking me so much that my fur was getting wet.
Mama carried us into the kitchen and settled us into the box of towels. The puppy nuzzled up to me. I curled around him to keep him warm.
Maybe he wasnât so bad after all. He had tried to keep the rats back. Maybe when we got bigger we could go hunting together.
Being friends with a dog might not be so bad after all.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
High school sweethearts, Carol Wallace and Bill Wallace have raised three children: Laurie, Nikki, and Justin. They live on the family farm near Chickasha, Oklahoma, with six dogs, one cat, one horse, and one albino rat snake.
Carol taught second grade for twenty-six years. When she left the teaching profession, she planned to spend her time relaxing and cleaning closets. That got oldâreal quick. The family cat, Gray, was a constant source of entertainment. Carol had lots of anecdotes about the pet. Not sure how to share those stories, Carol had Bill help her write the first book about Gray,
The Flying Flea, Callie, and Me.
At home, Bill and Carol try to keep up with their animals, their writing, and their granddaughters, Kristine and Bethany. Part of their time is spent traveling to speak at schools and conferences throughout the United States.
Chomps, their Scottish terrier, joins in the fun for thisâtheir second book about their loving cat, Gray.
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