Adventures with Astro: Sharing a Love of Books and Dogs by Susan Day Part 4
Sharing books and stories with your grandchildren is an excellent way to create memories which will last a lifetime.
Susan Day, children’s author and blogger, is going to share the first book in the Astro’s Adventures series, The Great Escape with us.
Susan began the Astro’s Adventures series of books out of a love dogs and reading. The books were created to inspire children to not only become better readers, but also to become responsible pet owners.
Each week the next instalment will be published here so you can share it with your grandchildren.
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Astro’s Adventures: The Great Escape – Meet the Rest of the Team
In the conference room a crack, elite team were assembling under the directive of Commander Rocky. In the middle of the room was a large table. In one place Digger, subterranean and escape expert sat cross legged. His dark green beret sat askew on his head. He was sharpening his nails with a diamond encrusted nail file.
Commander Rocky glared at him disapprovingly.
“I have to keep my nails nice for tunneling,” Digger protested in his defense. “You have no idea how much damage a twenty foot tunnel can rip and tear at one’s cuticles.”
Digger stopped and looked at Commander Rocky and knew he had gone too far. He slipped the nail file behind one ear, uncrossed his legs and re-crossed them the other way.
Commander Rocky drummed his paw on the table. He looked at Hans who was seated next to him.
“Where’s Operative Alfie?”
Hans cleared his throat nervously, “Eh, he’s on his way.”
Commander Rocky narrowed his eyes and let out a deep guttural growl. He did not like to be kept waiting. He looked around the room at the rest of the team. They were far from perfect, but they were dedicated and loyal to The Organization. And pretty much all he had to work with.
To the left of Digger sat Operative Indy; she was a stocky Blue Heeler whose special skills involved unarmed combat, designing commando courses and arm wrestling. She wore her trade-mark khaki vest and a utility belt complete with large hunting bone and stink grenade.
Of all the members of the team, she was the toughest. No one spoke to her unless it was absolutely necessary because the wrong word could result in a sharp bite to the leg.
Across from her sat, Operative Dingo. He was an incredibly small rat terrier and yet he was able to command a legion of rats to be his spies.
His special skills were listening devices on account of his bat like ears. He also had an irritating nervous twitch which he used as a cunning device to elicit sympathy and fool humans. He stood up on his seat with his front paws on the edge of the table. It was the only way he could see what was happening.
Next to Dingo, Sumo sat motionless. Sumo was a large brown dog of indiscriminate breed. He was very old and spent most of his days in semi-retirement as a security dog at the Canine Museum. Unfortunately, after only several minutes on duty he would fall asleep and appeared to look like a Seeing Eye Dog coin deposit statue.
He complained bitterly from the pain caused by small children trying to force their parents’ loose change into his back because they thought there was a slot there. To correct this most unfortunate confusion, The Organization had supplied him with a money box, placed it in front of him and then they forwarded the contents to the Blind Dog Association.
Commander Rocky pushed a button on the panel in front of him and a large screen lowered at the other end of the room. Also, from the seemingly flat surface of the table a bowl of water rose in front of each dog and another bowl containing dog biscuits.
Digger moved the biscuits around disapprovingly with his nail file and couldn’t bring himself to eat one. Indy devoured hers immediately and Dingo gnawed on the corner of one. As Sumo had fallen asleep by this stage, Indy eyed his biscuits longingly, but just as she was about to snatch them, Alfie bowled in, jumped into the chair next to Sumo and ate all of his biscuits, then he ate his own.
The kafuffle woke Sumo and he looked around dazed. He blinked several times and rubbed his eyes.
“You know something, young fella?” he leaned towards Alfie who was wiping the crumbs from his mouth. “They used to give us biscuits at these meetings. Cheapskates!”
He shook his head in disgust and then drifted back to sleep.
Alfie was a large Doberman whose massive size and strength was not comparable in any way to his intelligence which was, on the other hand, quite insignificant.
Nonetheless, he was young and enthusiastic and his ability to break into buildings with his head was legendary. He was controlled by his appetite and an overwhelming need to play.
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