Charlotte the Pup Book 3: The Wannabe Wallaby

By J. Christian

Charlotte, the adorable Shih Tzu, has a new grooming experience and makes new friends.

They go to The Magical Garden to enjoy The Lollipop Tree, The Sea of Chocolates and The Ice Cream Igloo. A new game is also born, with Wally the Wannabe Wallaby being the inspiration for it.

When she is back, Charlotte and her Mommy are saved from marauding canines by her four faithful “buddyguards”, Chandler, Dobby, Chip and Bully. Charlotte’s Mommy then starts caring for them.

While Charlotte and her new friends are on a play date at Joe’s, he is attacked by Stinky and The Stench, who are duly dealt with by the buddyguards, too.

Truly, this is a magical tale of the magic of doggies.

• Language: English
• Publisher: J. Christian
• Release date: Jul 9, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311277114

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Charlotte

the Pup

Book 3

The Wannabe Wallaby

J. Christian

Copyright 2014 by Jordan Christian

Smashwords Edition

CHARLOTTE

the Pup

BOOK 3

THE WANNABE WALLABY

(7th Edition)

Dawgie Tales™ by

J. CHRISTIAN

©2014 Jordan Christian & Q Camps.

All rights reserved.

www.charlottethepup.com

www.dawgietales.com

COVER & INTERNAL IMAGES

Wallaby silhouette and Smokie, Courtesy of Google Images;

Charlotte, Scooby, Shadow, Shiloh & Brandy © Jordan Christian

All characters and events in The Magical Garden are fictitious, as is The Magical Garden.

The following characters as well as the events involving them in the real world are based on true characters and events: Daddy, Mommy, Charlotte, Scooby, Shadow, Shiloh, Brandy & Smokie. (Some events may have been embellished for dramatic effect). Any resemblance or similarity to any other person or character, whether living or dead, actual or fictitious, is purely coincidental and as such, those persons and/or characters are not to be associated with this book or the author in any way or form.

This book or eBook may not be copied, reproduced, distributed or sold, whether in part or wholly and whether in print or electronically, without the express written consent of the author.

©2014 Jordan Christian & Q Camps. All rights reserved.

The Magical Garden

The Cave of Shadows

Father Wisdom

The Everlasting Rainbow

Puppy Heaven

Fantasy Grove

The Magic Bone Yard

Magical Stones

Great Lake

The Lollipop Tree

The Sea of Chocolates

The Ice Cream Igloo

Buddyguards

Rugbone

Basketbone

Rockbone

The Unseen Hands

The Order of Knights of The Magical Garden

The Family of Knights of the Order of The Magical Garden

The Pride of Caninekind

The Knight of Knights of the Order of The Magical Garden

The Star of Valour

The Hall of Heroes

The Golden Rope

The Voice of Healing

The Waters of Life

Doggie Bears

Doggie Bears design details

Pupmobile

etc.

are Trade Marks of the Charlotte the Pup series and Dawgie Tales and as such, may not be used in any way, shape or form without the express written approval of the author.

©2014 Jordan Christian & Q Camps. All rights reserved.

ONE

Grooming

There are days that are boring and those that really get me going. Like today, for instance.

Once a fortnight, Mommy would take me to the groomer. Today was that once in a fortnight, albeit with a slight difference. The difference, of course, being the groomer. Or grooming. Maybe both.

The regular groomer only had wire cages to put us into when she finished grooming us, the doggies. Mommy would always wait for me while I was groomed, because she knew I hated those cages.

Those cages brought back really bad memories of Growly, Snarly and Grouchy in the pet shop. Daddy and Mommy knew I hated them. The cages, I mean; I could never hate Daddy or Mommy. If I was put in one, I would pace nervously and try to find a way out. The immense frisson that overcame me as soon as I was in a cage would quickly spread to the other doggies and soon enough, the grooming room would be filled with the tumult of a dozen howling hounds.

Mommy had noticed it first. Once, when she had to leave me in the kitchen while she mopped the floor of the living room, she had used a wire fence as a barrier, so that I would not leave my cute little paw-prints on the living room floor.

One look at the wire fence and I started pacing nervously. Left to right. Right to left. About-turn! Mommy hadn’t noticed me while she mopped, but when I whimpered, she dropped the mop and came hurriedly