Jess the Lonely Puppy (3 page)

“Come on, Chloe. Will needs to have a rest now. You can come back and see him soon.” Mum had finished talking, and was looking at Will’s pale face with concern.

Chloe hardly spoke on the way home, until they were just turning into their road. “How long is Will going to be there for?” she asked suddenly.

“I’m really not sure, Chloe,” Mum answered. “He ought to have been able to come home soon after the operation, but the nurse said they’re a bit worried that the bone pieces haven’t fitted back together properly yet. It could be a while – a few weeks, even.”

“Weeks?” Chloe whispered in horror. She hadn’t thought it could possibly be that long. She would miss his stupid jokes. And Jess would be heartbroken.

The puppy was waiting hopefully by the door when they got in, and her drooping ears made Chloe feel so guilty. She’d said to Will that
Jess was OK, but now she looked so miserable. Chloe sighed. If she’d told Will that, it would have made him miserable too. There was nothing he could do about it, stuck in hospital.

But I could help
, Chloe told herself.
I could try and cheer Jess up
.

She followed Jess into the kitchen, and watched as she slumped down into her basket. Chloe felt so sorry for her, sitting there with her head hanging.

“Hey, Jess,” she said gently, crouching down by the basket.

Jess ignored her. She wanted Will, and he still hadn’t come back to her. She didn’t like it when he went to school every day, but at least he always came home. Where was he now? And why hadn’t he taken her with him?

Chloe nervously darted out a hand to pat Jess, but she patted her too hard, when Jess wasn’t expecting it.

Jess was feeling so upset that when Chloe touched her, she jumped round and barked sharply, showing her teeth. What was going on? She stared angrily at Chloe, who was scrambling away, crying. Silly girl!

Why couldn’t Chloe just leave her alone?

Chapter Three

Chloe kept away from Jess after that. Her behaviour had brought back all those bad memories of the dog in the park. Chloe visited Will, and spoke to him on the phone a couple of times, but whenever he asked her about Jess, she just said that Grandad was taking her for lots of walks and wriggled out of saying any more.

Grandad really loved dogs, and Jess liked him, but it wasn’t the same as racing all over the park with Will. The puppy was bursting with energy, and a couple of short walks a day just weren’t enough. Jess was used to a quick walk before school, and then another really long one with Will and Dad later on. But Dad was working late so he could fit in visiting Will in hospital. He didn’t have much time for dog-walking. Collies needed so much exercise and Jess really hated being stuck in the house. She was bored.

It was the first morning of the holidays, so Jess hadn’t even had her walk to school. She wandered round the house with her lead, looking hopeful, but Mum was busy sorting out
some books to take to Will, and Jess knew Chloe wouldn’t take her. Mum had encouraged Jess to go out into the garden, but that was no fun without someone to play with. She looked around the kitchen, trying to find something interesting to do. She pushed her squeaky bone across the floor for a while, but what she really needed was Will to throw it for her to chase.

Her bone was up against the kitchen cupboards now, so Jess scrabbled with one paw to get it back into the middle of the floor. But her claws caught on the cupboard door instead. It opened a little way, and then bounced shut.

Jess stared at it, fascinated. Then she carefully hooked her claws round the
edge of the door again. Again, the door bounced and banged.

The next time, she pulled it a little too hard, and it didn’t bang back. Jess went to nudge the door again with her nose, but then she caught a delicious and interesting whiff from the cupboard.

There was food in there. Jess used her nose to push the door further open and found the cereal packets.

“Oh no! Mu-um!” Chloe was standing in the kitchen doorway, staring at Jess, who looked back rather guiltily. She was surrounded by chewed-up cardboard and an awful lot of cornflakes.

“What’s the matter? Oh, Jess!” Mum had come downstairs and was gazing at the mess in horror. “You bad dog,” she said crossly. “What a waste. I hope you’re not going to be sick now.”

Jess flattened herself to the floor and whined miserably, backing towards her basket. She hadn’t meant to be bad. The cereal had smelled so good, and the cardboard boxes had been fun to tear up with her teeth…

Mum sighed. “Oh, Jess. It isn’t really your fault. You need a walk, don’t you?”

Jess thumped her tail on the floor, just once, but she kept down, watching Mum clear up the mess. She
was
sorry, but she still felt grumpy and bored. She desperately wanted something to do.

Chloe helped her mum with the tidying up. When they’d finished, Mum gave her a hug. “Not the best way to spend the first day of the holidays, is it? Shall we go out for an ice cream together after we’ve been to see Will this afternoon? I feel like I’ve hardly seen you recently.”

Chloe hugged her back, nearly spilling a dustpan full of cornflakes. “Yes, please! Thanks, Mum!” She danced over to empty the cornflakes in
the bin. “Don’t worry about having to go to the hospital so much. I’ll be at pony camp next week with Maddy, so you won’t need to worry about me then.”

She turned round smiling, but then her eyes widened as she saw her mother’s face. “What is it?”

“Oh, Chloe! I never called them! It was one of my jobs for the day after Will had his accident, and I never phoned them up to book!” Mum looked horrified. “Where’s the brochure? I’ll ring them now.”

She grabbed the phone, and Chloe watched her making the call. Her mum frowned a little as she explained, and then looked terribly disappointed and guilty. Chloe knew what Mum was
going to say before she even put down the phone.

“I’m so sorry. They’re all booked up. They’ve promised to call me if there’s a cancellation, but they didn’t sound very hopeful. Oh, Chlo, I feel dreadful…”

Chloe stared down at the ground. She wanted to say it was OK, she knew Mum had had other things on her mind. But she had been looking forward to this for so long! She and Maddy had spent ages at school talking about it, and drawing pictures of the ponies they might get to look after. How was she going to tell Maddy? It would ruin her holiday too!

She swallowed hard, trying not to yell at Mum. She knew she hadn’t done it on purpose. But it was so unfair!

She dashed out of the kitchen, scrambled up the stairs to her room and flung herself on to her bed, crying. Mum spent all this time worrying about Will, and she’d just forgotten about her. She mattered too, didn’t she?

She cried so much that her head ached, and then she actually fell asleep, in the middle of the day.

Mum came in just after she’d woken up, which made Chloe think she’d probably been hanging around outside her room, for a while. She had a plate with a sandwich and some biscuits on it.

“You missed lunch,” she said gently. “Cheese and ketchup, look.” It was Chloe’s favourite. She wiped her eyes and took the plate gratefully.

“I spoke to Maddy’s mum and explained. I said I’d arrange something really special for you girls later in the holidays.”

Chloe just nodded.

“I really am sorry, Chlo.”

She looked sorry, and Chloe leaned against her shoulder. Crying made her feel awful, and she felt guilty now as well. At least she wasn’t stuck in hospital like Will. “I know,” she muttered.

“Are you still going to come with me to visit Will tonight?” Mum asked. “I know he’s looking forward to seeing you. He asked if you could bring him some DS games.”

Chloe nodded. “Mmm. I know which ones he likes. I’ll find them when I’ve eaten this.”

“Thanks, Chlo. You’re a star.” Mum kissed the top of her head, and went back downstairs.

Chloe didn’t feel like a star. She felt lonely and miserable. She ate the biscuits, but she didn’t really enjoy them, and then she got up to go and fetch Will’s games from his bedroom.

She was searching through the pile on his shelf, when a tiny noise made her turn round sharply.

She hadn’t noticed that Jess was lying on Will’s bed, staring at her, her eyes looking even darker than usual and so sad. For once, Chloe didn’t feel that horrible jump of fright that she got when a dog was too close. Jess just seemed so unhappy.

“You look like I feel…” Chloe joked, but it wasn’t really funny. “Mum isn’t cross with you any more, Jess, honestly.”

Jess gazed at Chloe, and thought she looked sad too. She whined, and Chloe nodded.

“I know. You miss Will, don’t you?” Chloe picked up the games, then wriggled herself over to lean against Will’s bed. “Me too, Jess.”

Jess gave a huge sigh, and Chloe giggled. “That was right in my ear.”
She looked at Jess, whose nose was hanging over the edge of the bed right next to her, and very gently stroked her.

Jess closed her eyes and sighed again, gratefully, as Chloe scratched behind her ears. It felt so nice to have somebody fuss over her.

Chloe lay in bed that night feeling too hot to sleep. Mum had said she thought it might thunder, but even though a storm would probably cool everything down, Chloe hoped she was wrong. She hated thunderstorms. She turned over and yawned. She was tired, but she was never going to be able to sleep in this sticky room…

She was woken hours later by a huge crash of thunder. Her room was still lit up by lightning, which meant the storm was right overhead. Chloe sat up, clutching the duvet around her shoulders. Another flash! The horrible blue-white light sent everything into scary shadows, and she shivered, waiting for the thunder.

Suddenly a little black-and-white body hurtled through her bedroom door, making Chloe squeak with surprise. Jess flung herself on to Chloe’s bed, whimpering in fear.

“Oh, Jess, are you scared of thunder too?” Chloe cuddled the puppy close, forgetting to be frightened, either of Jess or the thunder. As the next thunderclap cracked overhead, Jess
cowered against her, letting Chloe wrap her arms around her small black ears to shut out the noise. “Ssshh, ssshh, it’s OK. It’ll go away soon.”

Jess licked her hand gratefully. She couldn’t have stayed in the kitchen, not with those crashing noises and that awful prickly feel in the air. She really wanted Will, but Chloe would do. It was nice to be cuddled, and she was making good sounds, shushing noises that made the crashing seem not so bad.