Chapter 1

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1 The Three-Legged Dog in the Window Have you ever sat in a shoebox? Of course you have. But have you ever sat in one when your best friend Dave has spread himself out so wide that his cheesy feet are right up your beak and there also happens to be an old banana in the corner taking up the rest of the space? I didn't think so.

This is where our story begins. Our Human Lady had taken us away from our home in her shed earlier that evening and put Dave and me in a shoebox, on the front of her bike. There we were, rattling around in her bike basket as she cycled, wondering where we were going. The one good thing about Dave's cheesy claws was that they were covered in crispy crumbs from when he stepped in a pile of cheese puffs. Every time our Human Lady rode her bike

over a bump, our shoebox rattled in her basket and stale crumbs fell in my mouth. Yum. When the Human Lady eventually stopped cycling and Dave pulled back his feet, I managed to shuffle around and perch on the mouldy banana. Looking through a hole in the shoebox I could see we had stopped outside a shop. The walls were painted white with the words 'Pawsville Vets' printed on a dog- bone sign. That's when I noticed a brown and white three-legged dog jumping about in the window.

And that's when I knew we were heading straight for trouble with an evil, lying parrot. we'd not even met the parrot yet, Dave. Besides, it's a little early in the story to talk about that catbrained featherball... Our Human Lady lifted us off her bike and took us into the shop. The door jingled as a bell above our head announced our arrival. 'What is this place?' Dave cooed.

I had no idea. The room was filled with squeaky toys and smelt of freshly washed dog fur. There were cosy pet beds and colourful dog leads piled on shelves and the painted murals of birds playing together made me smile. This is Dave and this is his friend, Skipper,' the Human Lady said, placing us on a countertop. I sat up in the box and looked around. A Human Man in a white coat was talking to our Human Lady. The three-legged dog from the window was now standing beside our Human Lady, sniffing her shoe, the same way I did when I wanted a sardine and salty crisp sandwich. Or I had an itchy bottom.