An Entertaining Tale
Kat The Dog by Jo Allen is an entertaining YA novel that I thoroughly enjoyed. It is the first book in The Seventh Pup series which promises to be fabulous.
The story is seen through the eyes of Kat the dog. We hear about her relationship with other dogs and with her two favourite humans who run the rescue centre.
All the dogs have differing personalities which complement each other. The dialogue is light-hearted and fun as the verbal volleys fly between the characters.
The leading humans are a grandfather and his granddaughter. She lives with him after her parents were killed (before the book opened.) A necklace belonging to her mother has been passed down. This has magic powers, enabling her to see what others cannot.
Unscrupulous relatives try to cheat the grandfather out of his property. The dogs spring to the rescue.
This was an enjoyable read that grabs the reader’s attention from the start. All the characters were well drawn.
We see that life is a battle between good and evil. We recognise the goodness of those who want to do no harm.
Kat The Dog is a very delightful read. I will leave you with my favourite quote:
“You do the best you can every day of your life and you’ll be rich in things other than money.”
I received a free copy via Rachel’s Random Resources for a blog tour. A favourable review was not required. All opinions are my own.
JULIA WILSON
Kat the Dog: The Seventh Pup
A puppy is born at Kymera on the seventh day of the seventh month of the year 2023.
The seventh daughter of a seventh daughter, gifted with magic powers from birth, Kat is destined to become leader of Dogsworld.
Queenie, Top Dog at Kymera, must keep the newborn safe from evil forces set on destroying her.
The pup bonds with Olivia, the orphaned granddaughter of Archie, who is in charge of Kymera, a magical realm, where dogs talk to each other and fairies, who inhabit the old willow tree, can grant wishes. But Kymera is in danger of being stolen away from them.
Kat, Olivia and the other dogs will do all they can to save their precious home.
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Jo, my mum, doesn’t like to talk about herself much, so I’ll just tell you a bit about her. That’s Mum and me – I’m called Arthur by the way – in the picture.
When she was a little girl, a voice in her head told her that she had to like dogs. That was when she was about five years old and didn’t know any dogs. Then a family moved in next door with a little heeler-cross called Trixie. Remembering the voice in her head, Jo tried to like Trixie, but it wasn’t easy. Trixie would run up to her wagging her tail, then she’d roll on to her back, still wagging her tail, asking for her tummy to be tickled. Jo would oblige, and then Trixie would try and bite her. Not the best start.
But Jo didn’t forget about the voice and, when she was 8 years old, she went down to the local kennels, where she met Jim, who was very kind with her and they became friends. Jo’s love of dogs began to grow. She went to the kennels whenever she had any spare time and decided she would like to own her own kennels one day.
At the age of about ten, she went to a garden fete with her best friend, where she met Lassie, her first dog, and decided to bring her home. Her mum and dad weren’t too chuffed, but they soon fell in love with Lassie.
Life took over and, instead of following a career with dogs, Jo went to university to study languages and then moved abroad for a few years. But she missed England and eventually came back home, trained to become an acupuncturist and herbalist, and started going back to the kennels again. Of course, she was older and Jim was older, but the friendship was still strong. And then Kat was born and Jo decided to write about her.
So there you have it. I’m Kat’s great grandson and Peggy, who lived with us, was her great granddaughter. But I’m the one most like Kat. I used to be very feisty and sometimes even growl at Mum. But she knew I didn’t mean it. I would never bite her of course, but I’d sometimes have a go at poor Peggy instead (I am a Jack Russell after all). I’m much quieter now, but still going strong at the grand old age of seventeen, probably because Mum feeds me herbs and other goodies, and even occasionally sticks needles in me, which I don’t especially like, but she tells me it’s good for me. And mums always know best!
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