Time Dogs: Balto and the Race Against Time

By Helen Moss and Misa Saburi

An exciting new illustrated chapter book series for dog-loving readers!

When a pack of senior dogs find themselves transported back in time—and turned into puppies!—they must make their way back home, helping real-life historical dogs along the way.

In this first adventure, meet Baxter, Trevor, Newton, Titch, and Maia—the time dogs!—as they find themselves transported through time and space to 1925 Alaska. There, deep in the wilderness, the puppies must help Balto in his famous sled race to deliver medicine during a diphtheria outbreak.

Adorable illustrations and an action-packed story make this the perfect read for fans of Paw Patrol!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Macmillan Publishers
• Release date: Jun 4, 2019
• ISBN: 9781250186348

Helen Moss

Helen Moss is the author of many best-loved books for children, including the Adventure Island series and Secrets of the Tombs series. She lives near Cambridge with her family—including a menagerie of dogs, hens, gerbils and lizards. When not writing, she can be found taking the dogs for long walks, climbing trees, playing badminton and, whenever possible, climbing up or skiing down mountains.

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Time Dogs: Balto and the Race Against Time by Helen Moss and Misa Saburi

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TO JAK AND LANA

1

SUSPICIOUS GOINGS-ON

I was snoozing on the porch when it all started. My friends Newton, Trevor, and Maia were there, too. Curled up in a patch of winter sunshine, we were dreaming dreams of our puppyhood days, long, long ago.

Snore. Snuffle. Snore.

Snore. Snuffle … RUMBLE.

I pricked up one ear. The rumble grew louder. Was it my stomach telling me it was hungry? It usually is. I can’t help it; I’m a Labrador retriever. But this particular rumble was coming from across the yard. An old van was backing out of the barn. When it stopped, two humans hopped down from the cab and walked back inside.

I wagged my tail. Everything normal. Just Lucy and her grandma moving a van.

Then the van changed into a tree.

That was not normal. My fur stood on end.

There are a lot of things I don’t understand. But one thing I do know. Vans are vans. Trees are trees. They’re not supposed to turn into each other. Hey, Newt! I hissed. Wake up! Newton is a border collie. That means he’s mega-smart. He’d soon figure it out. He’s also getting a little deaf. I leaned down and yelled in his ear. "NEW-TON!"

Newton jumped up with a start. No need to shout.

I waved a paw at the tree. Look!

"A tree? Baxter! You woke me to look at a tree? I was having a great dream, too. I was rounding up a runaway sheep and… Newton tilted his head to one side. He always does that when he’s thinking. But now that you mention it, I don’t remember a tree in that spot…"

We had to investigate, of course. I stretched the creaks out of my back legs and picked up my tennis ball. Then we set off to give the tree a sniff. Metal. Rubber. Gasoline. Roads. Those were not tree smells. Hmm, murmured Newton. That is most suspicious.

Trevor ran to join us. Or rather, waddled. He’s a Jack Russell terrier and shaped like a small barrel on legs. He nosed at the tree. What’s all this commotion about? Rat trouble, is it? I’ll soon track ’em down.

There was a sudden soft pop and the tree turned back into a van.

A crow took off from a disappearing branch with a croak of surprise. It had started to snow, and a few fluffy snowflakes drifted down onto my pale gold fur. I wanted to run away, too. But I had a job to do. I may be getting old and slow, but the farm is still my territory. I have to investigate any Suspicious Goings-On. I’m the only one of us who lives at Happy Paws. Newton, Trevor, and Maia stay here when their