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Sherlock The Dog Detective
Sherlock The Dog Detective
Sherlock The Dog Detective
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Sherlock The Dog Detective

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This is a story about a very small but self-important dog called Sherlock.

Sherlock had many responsibilities, like finding Brandon’s ball when it was lost, taking blind old Thelma back to her owner, and keeping Holly, Sherlock’s human, in the dark about his daily ramblings in the park when she thought he was at home, asleep. On one of his rambles he takes on a new responsibility, keeping an elderly gentleman, by the name of Watson, company while he sits talking to himself on a park bench. If only he had simply continued to sit talking to himself, for had he done so, Sherlock would not have ended up in Reading, sleeping rough, and getting sent to the pound with Brian, a Border Collie.

In this delightful tale Sherlock the Chihuahua faces many canine dilemmas, not least how to return to Holly while also looking after Brian and his hopeless human, Damion. Sit back and indulge in a thoroughly doggy escapade by Otto Vernon, himself a canine, in this novella which is designed to appeal to all age groups and particularly to people who are dotty about their four legged friends.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherOtto Vernon
Release dateSep 24, 2019
ISBN9781916233812
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    Sherlock The Dog Detective - Otto Vernon

    Getting a name

    Sherlock. The name made him sound like a detective. And that’s exactly what he was, well, in his mind at least. Being small in stature meant he was close to the ground, and this enabled him to sniff, suspiciously, like a bloodhound. The world was full of suspect people, suspect animals and suspect goings on, but in his mind only one small canine seemed to realise this. That was Sherlock the Chihuahua.

    Holly thought her dog was wonderful, just like all loving owners do. She would pick him up and fondle him, holding his tiny frame close to her, feeling his heart beating against her fingers. Curiously though, few others shared her opinion, to many he was ‘that awful little dog’, or ‘that ghastly yapper’. When Holly heard the yapping, she would laugh adoringly and josh Sherlock behind his ear. She just didn’t seem to appreciate how annoying he was.

    For example, she would shout out, ‘He’s a little overprotective,’ to the postman as she passed him on her bike, to try and explain away the bared teeth and growling as he sat in the shopping basket, like her own personal guard dog. The postman, who knew dogs well, would wave and return to his cart of letters, muttering ‘Little bastard,’ under his breath once she had flown by. The postman had been delivering letters around Taunton for years and many times had risked having his arm detached from the rest of his body by a set of frothing jaws.

    Holly’s mother’s view of Sherlock was similar to the postman’s, although it had not always been so. When her daughter first announced that she was getting a dog, she’d been delighted. She had taken out her knitting needles and was ready to knit a little dog-coat to keep the new arrival warm, as well as showing it what a lovely, cuddly and spoily sort of granny she was. She would ring Holly at all hours, with helpful suggestions about which breed was most suitable and would approach walkers in the park to ask them how manageable their dog was. Imagine her disappointment when her daughter came from the re-homing centre with a tiny rat-like ‘thing’ which looked all bony and uncuddly. She looked at Sherlock’s enormous eyes and they looked back at her. The ‘thing’ then started to growl. Holly’s mother jumped, withdrawing an outstretched hand quickly.

    ‘He must have small dog syndrome. You should knock that out of him straight away,’ she sniffed.

    ‘Mum, he’s just a little possessive,’ Holly replied. After all, Sherlock, in her eyes, was totally adorable, her love for him had been instantaneous and mutual, and sealed the moment they’d set eyes on each other through the bars at the re-homing centre.

    As time went by Holly did regret that her mother and her dog weren’t friends, in fact they were closer to being sworn enemies. After all, it would have been handy if, at times, she could have asked her to take care of him, when she was out late for example, or away on holiday or at weekends. Having a pet could be restricting when no back-up was available.

    The one person who would not have found this arrangement satisfactory was Sherlock himself. Being left all day with Holly’s mother would have constituted a gross infringement

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