It all started when I ate the dog food. Not deliberately, of course. Mum had had a difficult day with Class 4B and she’d muddled the tin of Pedigree Chum with the steak pie filling. Gran and Kally said the pie was disgusting and refused to eat it. I’m not so fussy. I was wolfing down the last crumb when . . .BANG! BOOM! SCREECH!
Noises outside! Noises everywhere! It was literally the most terrifying thing that had ever happened. Next thing I knew, I was crouching under the dinner table, my heart hammering against my ribs. Truffle was already down there, shaking and panting too. He smelled great though. No wonder! He’d just scoffed a bowlful of steak pie filling. I licked the gravy off his chops. Not something I’d usually do, but it was surprisingly delicious. Even better with a bit of Labrador slobber mixed in.
BANG! BOOM! SCREECH!
Truffle and I howled in terror. ‘What the cat’s bottom is that noise?’ he whimpered.I had no idea. All I knew was that it wasn’t natural, and I didn’t like it. I snuggled up to Kally’s knees. She’d keep me safe. My little sister reached down and patted my head. ‘Don’t worry, Truffle. It’s only fireworks.’
Gran laughed. ‘That can’t be Truffle. He’s just here by my feet.’ Mum looked under the table. ‘Aww!’ she said, in a funny baby voice. ‘Where did you come from then?’
‘It’s me, Anton, of course!’ I barked.