Dog Eared by Jojo Debrazza

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Publication Date: April 10, 2018
ASIN: B07C47Z4V4
Length: 140 pages
Genres: Children’s Fiction
About Dog Eared:
Dogs can’t read. Right?
When Sophie’s grandfather moves in to a retirement home, Sophie is delighted to take over responsibility for his super obedient dog, Lector. Her grandfather also gives her two journals for Lector and tells her how important they are. But listening isn’t one of Sophie’s strong points.
Sophie’s dream-come-true turns into a nightmare when the usually well behaved Lector turns super-bad overnight. After midnight on his first night with Sophie, Lector gets himself into all kinds of trouble and leads Sophie into a run-in with the local bully. Dogs in the town have been going missing too. Could there be a dog snatcher on the loose?
Sophie desperately needs Lector to return to his former obedient self, especially when her dad and step-mum-to-be announce, to Sophie’s horror, that they are having a baby.  Lector’s future with the family is in danger. If Sophie can’t retrain Lector before Sophie’s new half sibling is born, he’ll have to be rehomed.
Can Sophie discover the magical secret to training Lector, and keep him away from the dog snatcher, before it’s too late?
Read an Excerpt:

Sophie’s head buzzed with all the exciting things she could to do with Lector. They’d go everywhere together. She couldn’t wait to tell her best friend, Lily. Grandpops was talking about the importance of training, but Sophie wasn’t listening. She didn’t need to. Lector was already perfectly trained. He was the best-behaved dog she’d ever known.

Grandpops banged a battered blue notebook on the table regaining Sophie’s attention. “You should read this.”

“Is this one of your old journals?” said Sophie.

“Pah,” said Grandpops. “As if I’d let an eight-year-old girl read my journal.”

“I’m twelve Grandpops. And why? What do you write in there that you don’t want me to read?”

“Never you mind. Just keep your nose out of it.” He moved his own brown leather-bound journal out of Sophie’s reach and tapped the blue one. “This is the one you need to worry about. It’s Lector’s.”

“Lector’s?” repeated Sophie. “Why would a dog need a notebook?”

“You’ll see,” said Grandpops. “Anyway, it’s full so you’ll need to start a new one.” Grandpops’ reached into a plastic supermarket bag by the side of his chair and pulled out a new purple spiral bound notebook. “Here’s a fresh one. Read the old one carefully and you’ll get the idea.”

Read this, read that, write a diary, do your homework, thought Sophie. Was this another one of Grandpops’ attempts to help make her school grades better?

Grandpops tapped the table. “Are you listening, Sophie? This is very important.”

Sophie was kneeling on the floor now wiggling her bottom to imitate Lector’s tail wag. “Yep, I’m listening.”

“You need to fill it in every night. Now I know writing is not your strong point but…”

“Wait, what do you mean writing’s not my strong point?” Sophie stopped playing with Lector and looked at Grandpops. “I can write fine. When I want to.”

“Yes, when you want to is about right. Emma told me what the teachers said at your school parents’ evening,” said Grandpops.

Sophie rolled her eyes. “Oh well if Emma says it then it must be true.”

“Don’t be like that Sophie, it doesn’t suit you,” said Grandpops. “Emma’s a lovely lady. She loves your dad, and she loves you.”

“I know it’s just…”

“Just nothing.” Grandpops cut in. “Give the woman a break and be nice, will you? Your dad is very happy with her.”

“Okay, I’m sorry.”

“Good, now back to the care of this dog.” He patted Lector’s side. “I’ll put these”—he gestured to the notebooks—“and all his food, and toys in a box, and you’ll need his basket, I’ll pack him some old towels for when his paws get muddy and I’ll put in a couple of packets of digestive biscuits.”

“Digestive biscuits?” Sophie raised an eyebrow.

Grandpops looked down at Lector as he continued to pat him. “The vet said she wouldn’t advise it, but I always give him two digestives a day. It hasn’t harmed him so far.”

Sophie laughed and threw her arms round Grandpops’ neck. “Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of him.”

Meet the Author:
Jojo is a writer from St Neots in Cambridgeshire, England—although she mostly lives in her head, a carefree happy place where everything is bright and fluffy.
Her debut novella, The Charm, was published in 2014 and the sequel, Mind Games, in 2016.
Jojo likes to take photos of her dog and post them to Instagram and Twitter @jojodebrazza
More Jojo Debrazza stuff can be found on her facebook page, and her blog:
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