Wolfy and the Mysterious House

Wolfy And The Mysterious House

By Kyleigh Jutras

Dedicated to: my loving family that pushed me until I finally finished, my helpful Maple Leaf Writing group that gave me a whole bunch of comments, and Misty, my mother who helped me get the idea of using a daycare.

Maple Leaf Writing Project

Brattleboro, Vermont

Copyright 2014

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Chapter 1

Stevie’s mistake

“Ding-dong,” went the doorbell. Within five seconds all 13 dogs were at the door barking and howling. I opened the door and saw my friends Dylan and Henry with amazed looks on their faces. “Wow, Stewie! When you said that you have a lot of dogs I thought you meant like, six,” Henry said.

“Hey guys, yeah ten of them are my favorite, huskies, and the other three are my other favorite type, black labs,” I told them.

“Sometimes we take them to Doggy daycare so they can have wide open spaces to play in!” my brother Stevie butted in.

“What are doggy daycares?” Dylan asked.

“They’re like toddler day cares but for dogs, I guess,” Henry answered.

“Aha that is why they are both day cares.”

Then Stevie said, “Do you guys want to come with us to bring all of the dogs to daycare after we feed them?”

“I’m not so sure we should go,” I said hesitantly, “People are saying that there are lots of new staff, and that there are a few new vicious dogs.”

“Stewie, stop saying things like that!”

“I’m not just saying things, Stevie, it’s true!”

“If there are vicious dogs, I am not letting Henry go, and Henry, I can say that, you are two years younger than me!” twelve year old Dylan said.

“I don’t think any of us should go,” I said.

“I’m going to bring them,” Stevie said.

“Okay,” there is no use in arguing with him, but I knew I shouldn't have let him go.

So we fed each and every one of the dogs and Stevie went to bring them to daycare.

Four of the dogs go on leashes, and the rest just go without leashes following Stevie.

“It turns out there are new staff,” Stevie said. So when he got there he had to go over all of the dogs names to the new employees.

“Hello, this is Jack, Linda and Max, our youngest of the dogs. We’re missing one, Val. Always behind the bushes! The middle aged dogs’ names are Theo, Wolfy, Lacy and lucky. Now for the oldest, Dianne, Daisy, Jessie, and Nicole,” Stevie told the new employee.

.“Hello my name is Lean,” she said.

“Yeah, Well my name is Stevie, and I best be going.”

One of our black labs, Sampson is the father of the other dogs, and Daisy, is the mother, Sampson stays home every time because he is very old and easy to take care of. If any of the dogs got hurt Daisy would howl a message to Sampson telling who got hurt and where they were, then Sampson would give us that same message. Isn’t it amazing how people and dogs can understand each other?

Stevie walked through the door, coming back from the daycare while I was sitting down in the living room, and I heard the most terrifying howl from Sampson.

What’s going on? “That message means that Wolfy, is hurt!, you shouldn’t’ve brought them to daycare!” I screamed at Stevie.

He should’ve just listened to me!

We ran to the doggy daycare and saw all the dogs surrounding Wolfy while he just lay there on the wet dewy grass.

“He’s hurt!” Henry screamed.

Chapter 2

Bringing Wolfy Home

“It’ll be okay,” I assured the dogs, though I didn’t think it would be.

How could we bring him home? I wondered. Then an idea clicked into my head as quick as a light bulb. “Henry go over by Wolfy’s back, and I’ll go by his belly,” I instructed. “Dylan go by his head and Stevie go by his tail. Lift on three, one, two, three!”

We all lifted but it was no use, four teens, and pre-teens couldn’t carry a one-hundred-twenty-two pound dog one mile to our house, but we could carry that much weight into the mysterious house. That is what we call the daycare because the floors creak, and sometimes there are sounds like the wind is blowing on a nice non-windy day, and lets just say, this house is a big mystery waiting to be solved.

“Let’s just bring him inside then put him down. We can’t carry him the whole way home,” I said sadly. So we brought him inside and set him down carefully on the rickety brown floor.

“How are we going to get this heavy dog home?” I asked everyone.

“I don’t know,” Stevie replied sadly. “This is all my fault.”

Just then I noticed some bright red blood on Henry’s hand. “Oh my gosh, why is there blood on your hand Henry, what happened!?” I asked fearfully.

“I don’t know,” he answered, “it might be from Wolfy’s back!”

We all crept over to his back and searched for a scratch on his back, sure enough there was a huge one! “Oh my god!” I screamed.

“We have to get him patched up, and quick!” Henry yelled.

“We can use his old blanket,” I suggested.

“I’ll go and get it,” Dylan offered. “Where is it?”

“It’s in the backyard of the day care,” Stevie told him.

So Dylan walked outside to get the blanket.

“Hurry up he’s losing a lot of blood,” I rushed. Dylan started jogging but not fast enough.

Then I noticed that his leg was hurt too, and the new daycare staff aren’t here.

“Guys he can’t walk because his leg is hurt and his back is scratched!”

Then Dylan came back with the soft blue blanket. “Finally, back with the blanket!” I said anxiously. “Stevie! Come and help us wrap Wolfy up in his blanket!”

“Coming!” He called back, next thing I knew all eleven dogs, plus Stevie came racing to me from the other side of the Doggy day care. (They were looking for clues)

“Okay, now, Stevie go by Wolfy’s head, and Dylan go by his tail,” I instructed. “Henry you go by his belly, and I'll go to his back, Stevie and Dylan lift on three, Henry, let me have the blanket then I’ll pass it to you under Wolfy then you pass it to me over him and we’ll keep on doing that until we run out of blanket to wrap,” I suggested. “Sound like a plan?”

“Yeah let’s do it!” Stevie, Dylan and Henry agreed.

“Okay, one… two… three, lift!”

As we wrapped I asked, “Where are the new daycare staff.”

Nobody knew.

Stevie and Dylan lifted, and Henry and I passed the blanket. Everything worked fine, except for the fact that we still didn’t know how to get Wolfy home.

Then another idea clicked into my mind. “Guys, we could call an emergency vet!”

“Great idea,” they all agreed.

Dylan called the emergency vet with his cell phone. “They said that they would be here soon!”

“They are only coming to pick up Wolfy, the other dogs and us up, right? Just to bring us home so we can try to figure out how to cure him on our own with our new veterinarian, Dylan, right?” I questioned.

“Yeah, but there is some bad news, Wolfy may not make it home because he is losing so much blood,” Dylan said.

“He’ll make it home, his bleeding has gone down, alot!” I told him.

“Well, why am I the last to know this!?” Dylan asked.

“No idea.”

Right then I heard the sound of the Rescue vet truck up ahead.

“Whee-hoo, whee-hoo,”

“The rescue vet is here!” I screamed excitedly. “We have to get him into the rescue vet truck C’mon hurry up!”

“We’re coming!” everyone answered.

“Do you guys think that we can fit all of the dogs into the truck?”

“Yeah, we’ll find a way,” Stevie said with a positive attitude.

So then we squished into the truck and gave the truck driver instructions for getting to my house.

chapter 3

All wrapped up

When we got home we asked my mom, “Can we borrow a bandage?”

“What for?” she asked.

“We need it quickly. We will tell you why later.”

“Okay, it’s in the bathroom, under the sink”

“Thank you.”

“Found it!” I heard Henry say five seconds after we entered the bathroom.

“Let’s bring it to Wolfy so we can wrap him up,” I said

“We can do the same setup for this as we did for the blanket wrapping!” I suggested.

“Good idea,” everyone agreed.

“Get in your positions!” I said. “1, 2, 3, lift!”

Everyone lifted and wrapped, and everything went okay. “He’s all wrapped up, you can put him down, but very, slowly.” They put him down and the wrap wasn’t too tight or too loose. “Good job!” I complimented.

Then we went and told mom what had happened, and she said that we would have to be more careful with the dogs. Then she told Stevie to stay here while Henry, Dylan and I went upstairs.

We went upstairs and sat by the door while we listened to mom talking to Stevie.

“Sometimes you should listen to your brother. Yes he’s younger than you but he knows what he’s talking about!” mom yelled.

“Yes mom, I’m sorry,” Stevie said.

“Yeah, you should be!”

“I almost never hear my mom yell,” I told Dylan and Henry.

“Wow,” Stevie said when he came back up. “She’s acting like it’s such a big deal.”

“That is because it is a big deal!” I yelled furiously.

“I know that but it’s not that big of a deal.”

“Yes it is, and it’s all your fault!” I cried and ran downstairs to the family room, leaving Dylan, Henry and Stevie in the bedroom.

“I thought, I thought you were lying to me.” Stevie called to me from upstairs.

“You’re the one that taught me to not lie!”

“I know,” He said sadly “I’m soo sorry I said that it wasn’t a big deal.”

I started to cry because of what he said and because wolfy could die and I didn’t think Stevie cared one bit about it.

My mom called me over to the kitchen so she could talk to me. “Yes mom?” I was still crying at the point.

“Do you think you can forgive your brother? He doesn’t deserve it but he really feels bad and he’s just trying to act cool, please forgive him,” mom pleaded.

“Well it’s not cool.”

“I’ll forgive him if you do,” I said.

“Okay,” she agreed.

So then I went up stairs.

“I forgive you,” I told Stevie.

“Thanks, I was just, well I don’t know what I was doing.”

“Mom said that you were trying to act cool.”

“Yeah, I guess I was.”

“Well it wasn’t cool.”

“Yeah I’m very, very sorry.”

“Just don’t do it again!”

“Okay, I promise.”

“Okay, I’m trusting you, but you better help cure him!”

“Okay, you can trust me, I double promise.”

“Fine.”

“Let’s go downstairs and tell mom that we’re doing better.

“Okay.”

“Mom I forgave him!”

“Good,” mom said. “Now go get Dylan and Henry to help us bring wolfy to the vet.”

“I’ll go and get them,” Stevie offered.

“Okay go get them,” I said

Stevie went upstairs. “Dylan, Henry come downstairs with me.”

“Why.”

“We have to go into the dog room to get wolfy,” I called up.

“Okay, coming!”

Chapter 4

Getting Wolfy out of the room/ the plan

“We have to figure out a way to bring him out to the car without dropping him,” I said.

“All I know is that the dogs do NOT like it when we go in there.”

“Then how are we going to get Wolfy?”

“Lets make a table of all the possibilities.”

“Good plans bro, but cross off number four, we’re not doing that,” Stevie said

“Why not?” I questioned.

“Because I do not want to get growled at, or possibly bitten, that is their room they hate us when we go in there, you know that you don’t want to get them mad,”

“We should try plan #2 or #3. #1 wont work.”

“Why won’t it work?”

“Because it won’t.”

“Okay.”

“lets try plan 2, seeing if wolfy can walk to us.” I suggested.

“Okay,” Stevie replied.

we peeked in through the door and called to wolfy. “Wolfy, come here boy,” I called calmly.

“Woof?”

“C’mon boy.”

He couldn’t walk to me, but he could crawl down low, so he did.

“Stevie, I got an idea, can you go and get our old wagon so we can put Wolfy in it?” I asked

“Yeah sure,” he replied.

He brought the wagon over and we lifted wolfy up and into the wagon. I pulled the wagon around to the car and everyone helped lift wolfy to put him in the car.

chapter 5

At the vet solving the mystery

When we got to the vet we had to wait like ten minutes in the waiting room.

Finally, the veterinarian called wolfy into his office.

“Well, who do we have here, is this your dog?” he asked.

“Hello doc, yes this is our dog, Wolfy,” I told him.

“He got badly hurt at his daycare,” Stevie explained.

“Well, Do you know what happened?” He asked.

“We’re not exactly sure, but he hurt his leg, and there’s a big scrape on his back.”

“Oh this is no normal scrape, it’s a very, very bad burn!”

“Wait, when I dropped the dogs off at daycare, the place looked fine, all of the staff were there but when we got there afterwards, it looked like a wreck, and there were no staff, there may have been a fire at the house,” Stevie pointed out.

“How didn’t the other dogs get hurt, and where was everyone else?” the doctor asked

“Maybe the other dogs moved away from the fire and when wolfy tried to move away, he tripped and fell, that would be how he hurt his leg, and the reason he got the burn from falling, hurting his leg, and not being able to move quickly away from the house!” I explained.

“Is there a way to help him?” Stevie asked.

“Yes there is, but you’ll have to leave him here over night so he can easily relax,” The doctor told us.

“Okay, we’ll do anything for our dear dog Wolfy!”

“You can be going now, I’ll take care of him from here.”

“Thank you so much, doc, see you tomorrow,” I thanked.

chapter 6

thinking about Wolfy

That night I couldn’t stop thinking about Wolfy and how he was at the vet, I kept wondering if he would be okay.

He’ll be okay, I kept telling myself in my head.

“Why do you seem so upset?” Dylan asked me.

“Me, upset, no, well I’m just thinking that I shouldn’t’ve left Wolfy at the vet for this long,” I told Dylan.

“Why not?”

“I just don’t feel right.”

“It never feels right buddy.”

“I know, but I feel guilty of something.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know,” “Maybe because I've never left him alone without me or Stevie.”

“You don’t need to feel guilty, he’ll be okay, I’ve dealt with this vet before, you know, with my animals.”

“That actually makes me feel alot better, thanks for that.”

“No problemo.” “Now try to get some sleep.”

“Okay, I’ll try.”

“Good, good night!”

While I was sleeping, I dreamt about Wolfy, and the other dogs. I dreamt that people kept on asking me: “If you had to pick one of your dogs to die which one would you choose?” My answer would always be: “I would protect my dogs and none of them would die.”

“Wake up, Wake up!” I heard Stevie yell at me

“I’m up,” I moaned.

“Hurry up, I just called the veterinarian, he said that Wolfy is getting better, and that we can go and pick him up now!”

“Coming!”

chapter 7

picking Wolfy up

When we got to the vet this time we only had to wait a couple of minutes before we got called in.

When we got to Wolfy’s room, Wolfy just lay there, in his bed.

“Now I don’t know if you should take him home today, he’s not doing as well as I had thought,” The doctor said

“We can keep him away from the other dogs.”

“I can’t keep you guys from taking him.”

“If you bring him home then I can come as much as you would like, after all I am studying to be a veterinarian,” Dylan told us.

“Okay we can do that.”

“Wolfy will need to take these pain meds,” he handed the medicine. “He will need lots of rest, oh yeah, you will also need to change his bandage every couple of days.”

“We can do that,” I said.

“how do we give him his pain meds?” Stevie asked.

“You’ll have to just put them in his food, and when he eats his food, he will get his meds.”

“Okay Doc, thank you,” Stevie thanked.

Afterwards

After giving him the medicine, giving him rest, changing his wrap once a week, and following the doctors orders, Wolfy became healthy again!

“Dylan, thank you so much for helping us get Wolfy better,” I said.

“It’s a benefit for me, and Wolfy, so no problem!”