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Vets and Pets 1: Jamie and the Magic Whistle
Vets and Pets 1: Jamie and the Magic Whistle
Vets and Pets 1: Jamie and the Magic Whistle
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Vets and Pets 1: Jamie and the Magic Whistle

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Jamie wants to impress her headmistress, but with a family like hers it’s going to take more than straight A’s. Luckily the dog show is coming up and Jamie has a plan. Fungi, her bouncy, scruffy, underpants-stealing dog will be the Best Behaved Dog in the competition. That means she needs Doctor Knight’s Magic Whistle, but first she has to get past Bieber, her brother’s monkey. As if this isn’t enough, her irritating, allergy-prone cousin, Fifi, is coming to stay for a whole week and her brother Tick has discovered the recipe for itching powder . . . Jamie’s mother is a vet and life among all kinds of adorable pets is never dull. A humorous, fun-filled story with a wild streak of raucous entertainment, bursting with adventurous animal antics.
LanguageEnglish
Release dateAug 25, 2014
ISBN9780798167581
Vets and Pets 1: Jamie and the Magic Whistle
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Helen Brain, Nicky Webb, Rico Schacherl

Helen Brain het al verskeie publikasies die lig laat sien, waaronder: Who’s Afraid of Spiders, My hart klop muffins, Kry vir jou ’n vlieëkoekie en ander krakerige stories en Len en Ben en die groot seerowerredding, e.a. Afgesien daarvan dat sy gereeld in tydskrifte en koerante artikels en resensies oor kinderboeke skryf, het sy ook ’n webwerf waarop sy aan aspirant skrywers wenke en ander inligting gee. Helen woon in Mowbray.

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    Vets and Pets 1 - Helen Brain, Nicky Webb, Rico Schacherl

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    Helen Brain & Nicky Webb

    Illustrations by Rico Schacherl

    Human & Rousseau

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    Ilona is a knitwit

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    School was over. Jamie wanted to say hello to her mother, vet Arabella Waine. But first she had to get past Arabella’s receptionist, Ilona.

    Get that goon out of my surgery, bellowed Ilona as Jamie’s dog Fungi came bouncing in behind her, barking. This is a vet practice, not a circus.

    Fungi jumped onto the waiting room bench and grabbed a bag of biltong from the treat stand.

    Out, OUT, OUT! Ilona bellowed, smacking him with her knitting needle.

    Jamie tried to grab her dog, but he rushed away into the garden, his tail wagging like a helicopter blade.

    Sorry about that, she said. I’m still busy training him.

    Hmmmmmfff, snorted Ilona. That mutt is untrainable. I can quite see why his previous owners got rid of him.

    Jamie felt her hackles rising. Poor Fungi had had a horrible start in life. She and her mother had been driving on the highway when they saw the tiny puppy being thrown out of the car in front of them. They had stopped and rescued him. Luckily he wasn’t injured.

    He should have been sent to the SPCA. I can’t imagine why your mother agreed to keep him, Ilona said with her nose in the air.

    I will be the Better Person, thought Jamie, remembering her beloved headmistress, Mrs Jones. I won’t lose my temper. I won’t tell her she looks like a sweaty walrus, just not as good looking.

    It would still be a few minutes before her mother was finished with the last patient. She would have to think of something to talk about.

    What’s that hanging around your neck, Ilona? she asked, pointing at the small silver tube hanging from a red cord.

    It’s Knight’s Magic Whistle, said Ilona.

    What’s so magic about it? asked Jamie.

    Ilona huffed and plonked her knitting down on the desk. She was knitting a thick cable-knit sweater. It looked very hot and it smelt like dog. She was making it from the hair of her St Bernard, Justus.

    First and foremost, Ilona said as though she was talking to a dim-witted three-year-old, it was made by THE Dr Knight. You know … the famous TV vet? The one I used to work for?

    Jamie nodded. Of course she knew him. Ilona never stopped talking about him. Arabella hated him. She called him a smug, self-satisfied windbag.

    Well, continued Ilona, patting the whistle fondly, this is a training whistle that he made for my Justus. A dog can be trained to do ANYTHING with this whistle.

    Jamie’s face lit up. Can I borrow it? she asked. For training Fungi?

    Of course not, snapped Ilona, spinning her knitting around to start a new row. You’ll get spit in it. It will rust. And there are only two in the whole world.

    What do you mean?

    It’s Dr Knight’s very own invention. This is the prototype. He’s asked me to train Justus with it. She beamed at the photo of her St Bernard puppy that stood in a silver frame on her desk. If anything should happen to the whistle – well, I shudder to think about it! and she pursed her lips tightly and said, Now run along. We’re trying to get some work done here.

    2

    Fungi is back

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    A moment later the front door opened.

    Mrs Jones! gasped Jamie.

    In came the person she admired most in the world – a tall, regal woman with perfect posture, and blonde hair gathered into a smooth roll. She patted her string of pearls and smiled graciously when she saw Jamie.

    Why, hello, Jamie. Ilona, good day. I’ll be needing a bag of Esmeralda’s dog food.

    Mrs Jones was Jamie’s headmistress, and Esmeralda was her little pug. The one she took to school every day.

    Certainly, Mrs Jones, said Ilona, squeezing herself out from behind the desk. Her thighs rubbed together as she waddled over to the bags of dog food. Her tracksuit pants were covered in dog hair.

    Mrs Jones wrinkled her nose a little. If Ilona had been a pupil, Jamie thought, Mrs Jones would have told her to use a clothes brush and smarten up.

    One day, Jamie promised herself as she watched Ilona heave a 25kg bag of dog food over her shoulder, she would be as perfectly groomed as Mrs Jones. She straightened her back and tried to smile like Mrs Jones, with her chin in the air.

    What’s the matter with you? Ilona snapped as she passed her. She dropped the bag at Mrs Jones’ feet and began to register the sale on the computer.

    Mrs Jones pulled a small pile of fliers from her handbag. Now, Ilona, I have a little favour to ask you, dear.

    Ilona looked pleased (she liked to be needed), but she said testily, "Well, Mrs Jones, it all depends on what it is. I am extremely busy, what with keeping this practice running smoothly and with my work for Dr Knight, the TV pet specialist? Now there’s a vet who knows how to

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