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Kathleen's Books
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Family
Publisher: Erin Go Bragh Publishing
ISBN-10: 1941345417
Type: Fiction
Pages: 235
Copyright: 2017
ISBN-13: 9781941345412
Price: $2.99 (eBook)
“I see dead dogs.”
As a toddler, Jamie’s pulled from the clutches of death by his loving dog Sal. His awakening gives him the ability to see ghost dogs.
Growing up with this gift has its ups and downs. Among those are harsh conversations, difficult choices, and a unique responsibility to do something good.
Understanding why will always be a curiosity. Doing the right thing may come at a cost.
What would you do with this gift?
When Jamie is born he is a happy baby. He giggles and laughs all of the time. In school though, he's called a daydreamer and a fidgeter. It isn't until he's able to describe the ghost dogs in detail that his mother understands.
Excerpt
I see dead dogs. They’re not the scary pet cemetery movie kind – they look just like they did when they were everyone’s pets, just a bit more transparent.
When I was younger I didn’t realize they were ghost dogs. I just knew they were friendly and fun. Have you ever watched any of those funny dog video compilations? If you have ever burst out laughing, you can understand where I’m coming from. Ghost dogs are wacky. The way they run around and try to pick things up and get frustrated when they can’t. Then they race around the room until they lose their ghost footing and slide right through a chair, a wall – or even me.
I used to get knocked over a lot. My mom thought I couldn’t walk or had some sort of physical problem because whenever a dog came running up to me I’d feel this odd gust of wind, which would make me stumble and fall. There were even times when they would leap up to give me a lick on the face, and I’d fall to the ground giggling.
When I got a bit older I tried to explain what was happening, but the adults thought I had an active imagination. Later on I realized what was happening and was able to explain it better. It was like a magnetic opposite. I could feel an invisible pressure when they were near, so it was like I could feel them. When my mom finally understood and believed me, she told me I couldn’t tell anyone else - that others would think I was crazy.
School used to be hard. I was called a day dreamer and a fidgeter. The first couple of years were the hardest because I was surrounded by ghost dogs in class. I’d watch them play with each other, tussle and roll around. They’d try to chew on pencils, swat at swinging feet and howl when they were bored. That would make me laugh – not a good thing to do when the teacher was talking.
Of course, neither was watching the dogs play, that’s when they said I was daydreaming. Even when I was sitting still with a dog head lying in my lap, they said I was fidgeting because I was petting his head or rubbing his ears. One time, a young puppy tried to pull me from my desk. When I fell out laughing, I was sent to the principal’s office. I had to learn at an early age how to ignore the ghost dogs while I was in school.
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