Meet Jack Russell; the detective with the nose for crime!
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Round and round and round.
The paws are faster than sound.
Round and round, round and round, round and …
I was running my ninety-fifth lap of the boring backyard. There was nothing else to do, except sleep in my basket and chase sparrows.
Then Sarge came home.
‘We’re getting a transfer, Jack,’ he said.
Round and round and … ZOOOOP!
I skidded to a stop. I wagged my tail and did the *paw thing. Sarge isn’t the brightest biscuit in the pack, but he knew that meant—
Great! Where are we going? Is Auntie Tidge coming?
‘Place called Doggeroo,’ said Sarge. He kicked my **squeaker-bone so it squeaked. ‘It’ll make a change from the big city.’
He was right about that.
Cars have windows. Dogs have noses.
When these things come together, one must be stuck out the other.
This is a fact.