A Double Dose of Driving Dogs
“Well?” demanded Mr Hay. “Where have you been? And where is the car?”
Horace hung his head and whined.
Joshua ran over and put his arms round Horace’s neck. “Stop shouting! It’s not his
fault that someone stole our car. Poor Horace. I bet he’s been out chasing those car
thieves all night!”
Horace tried to look sad and brave. But Mr Hay snorted.
“Useless dog! Why didn’t he bark when the burglars broke in? I didn’t see him
chasing them when they drove the car away. I expect he was hiding!”
“But look how muddy and tired he is!” Josh argued. “That proves that he must
have been trying to track the car thieves down.”
“Q uite possibly,” agreed the policeman. “It’s just a shame you didn’t see the
thieves properly, Mr Hay.”
“It was too dark. But I could make out a big, ugly ruffian in the driving seat!” Mr
“Well, he must have been wearing gloves,” said the policewoman. “He didn’t
leave a single fingerprint anywhere in the garage.”
“It won’t make it easy to find him,” said her colleague, “but we’ll do our best.”
The police officers closed their notebooks. To Horace’s great relief, they left
without arresting him.
But now everyone ignored him. Josh realised he was late for school and hurried
off to pack his bag, forgetting to give Horace any breakfast. Even when Horace
shuffled his dog bowl around the kitchen floor, nobody took the hint.
So he wandered into the living- room, where he found a few stray dog biscuits
behind the curtain. He lay down to chew them. Tickety and Boo were already back in
their cage and snoring loudly.
Horace closed his eyes, but he couldn’t sleep.
He felt dreadful. He felt horribly hungry and cold – but worse than that was the
Nobody knew he had crashed the family’s car at the bottom of a ditch, and
abandoned it there.
He had to get it back. But how? What was a dog to do?