Born to be Lucky: A Puppy's Tale

By Molly Jean Rowe

Animals can’t talk but in this book one little puppy can, and through her we find that although she starts life in awful conditions at a puppy farm, she eventually finds love and affection from a lovely family.

She forms a strong relationship with the family’s existing dog that takes her under his wing and teaches her many things.

She also develops a very strong bond with the youngest daughter of the family, and between them they share many adventures.

Although her story has some sad moments, this little puppy’s tale has a very happy ending.

It’s a delightful little story that may be enjoyed by adults and children alike.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Austin Macauley Publishers
• Release date: Oct 13, 2023
• ISBN: 9781398448933

Molly Jean Rowe

Molly J. Rowe lives with her husband in a quiet village in Worcestershire along with one dog, three ponies and one horse. She enjoys painting, especially animal pictures, and is the author of Paw Prints on My Heart. Her love of animals has never left her the whole of her life.

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About the Author

Molly J. Rowe lives with her husband in a quiet village in Worcestershire along with one dog, three ponies and one horse. She enjoys painting, especially animal pictures, and is the author of Paw Prints on My Heart. Her love of animals has never left her the whole of her life.

Dedication

To children everywhere:

Our animals’ future rests in your hands, so please give them all the love and kindness they truly deserve.

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Molly Jean Rowe 2023

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A CIP catalogue record for this title is available from the British Library.

ISBN 9781398448926 (Paperback)

ISBN 9781398448933 (ePub e-book)

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First Published 2023

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Acknowledgement

To Dear John, whose patience and help has made it possible for me to write this book; and to my grandchildren, who inspired me to write a children’s book in the hope that even at an early age, children are never too young to know that animals have feelings and they must always be treated kindly.

Part One

A New Life Begins

I am about to go on a journey that will change the only life I have ever known, forever. I have no choice, it is my destiny. The journey isn’t far but it’s very tiring. I would like to take a rest, only I am being pushed along, there seems to be a sense of urgency. I must keep going, but just when I think I can’t go any further the pushing stops, I gasp and gulp in a mouthful of air, I have arrived. My journey is over.

I am feeling very tired, all around me is darkness; I can’t see or hear anything. I am starting to feel very weak, my life seems to be ebbing away, I haven’t the strength to carry on.

As I start to drift away something nudges me, it makes me jump, it keeps on nudging. I am not scared though, in fact, I am finding it very comforting as it gently rubs me all over.

Although I can’t see or hear anything, my senses are telling me I need to drink. Gently, I am guided to an irresistible smell, instinct tells me to suck, which I do, with great enthusiasm. With every suck I take, I feel stronger, my body is starting to feel warmer and as I drift blissfully off to sleep, I feel very safe knowing I am not alone and something is looking after me.

The more I sleep and drink, the stronger I get. I have started to move around and sometimes I bump into other moving objects. Although I can’t see or hear, I find that each of them has distinct scents, so I am starting to recognise them individually when I bump into them.

Not only can I recognise their scents, I am also starting to get to know their characters. Two of them, push me quite strongly out of their way when they are trying to get a drink; I remember their scents and I always try to keep well away when they are around. The other two moving objects are not quite so rough, but I still haven’t the strength to stand my ground. However, there is another scent that always seems to surround me. I like the smell of this scent, I find it comforting, as it’s always at its strongest when it is helping me, I think it must be my guardian angel.

I am starting to find my way around more easily now, there is always a lot of pushing and shoving when the other moving objects want to drink, but if I wait my turn I never miss out, and if needed, my guardian angel is always around to help me.

It’s quite strange this little world I live in, I don’t know why it’s always so dark and quiet. I have to rely on my nose to help me find my way around, so I am getting quite used to living in the dark.

But what’s this! It’s no longer dark, I can see some odd shapes, they are blurry but they are moving, and what’s that! Funny sounds are coming from the blurry shapes. I don’t know whether to be frightened or happy, I don’t know what’s happening to me.

Help!

Something is gripping the back of my neck and it’s lifting me up, where am I going? I quickly close my eyes and it is all dark again. It feels good to be back in the dark, it’s where I feel safe. Gently, I am placed back on the ground. Before I know it, my eyes open and I can see that I am amongst the blurry shapes, but they don’t look quite so blurry close up, in fact, I feel very comfortable being amongst them.

It’s starting to dawn on me that these blurry shapes must be the moving objects I used to bump into. Although they all have different scents, I am able to recognise each and every one of them. I know which ones used to push me around and which ones were gentler with me. So, although they all look similar, I know from their scents, who to avoid when it’s time for a drink.

Where is my guardian angel? I can smell the lovely scent but I can’t see anything. I start to look all around, but to no avail, then I get the urge to look