The Dog Who Saved the World. Ross Welford

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СКАЧАТЬ have heard of copter-drones, obviously, and I’ve seen people demonstrating them on YouTube and stuff, but I’ve never seen one for real. I’m thinking that Clem would be dead jealous that I’ve seen one before he has. Then I remember that I’m not supposed to tell anyone that I’m here.

      Dr Pretorius is saying: ‘… my green wolf knocker – d’you like it? It’s called verdigris. From the old French, green of Greece. It’s copper carbonate caused by the brass tarnishing in the salty air. Same as the Statue of Liberty. But you knew that, didn’t you?’

      We say nothing, following her up the stairs, both of us casting curious glances back at the storage area and what might – or more probably might not – have been a copter-drone.

      She stops at the top and turns. ‘Didn’t you?’

      ‘Oh aye. Definitely,’ says Ramzy, nodding enthusiastically.

      ‘Liar!’ she snarls and points her long brown chin at him. I notice that her white halo of Afro hair quivers when she talks, then goes still when she stops. ‘What’s the chemical formula for copper carbonate?’

      Ramzy’s poor face! His mouth droops. Ramzy is clever but not that clever. ‘Erm … erm …’

      Dr Pretorius turns again and marches along the metal landing, her beach robe billowing behind her. ‘It’s CuCO₃,’ she calls over her shoulder. ‘What do they teach you at that school of yours, huh? Is it still self-esteem and climate change? Ha! Come on, keep up!’

      We trot after her, Mr Mash’s claws click-clacking on the metal walkway.

      She halts by a pair of double doors in the centre of a long, curved wall and faces us. She takes a deep breath and then starts a coughing fit that goes on for ages. At one point, she is almost bent double as she hacks and coughs. It kind of spoils the dramatic moment, but then, as suddenly as she started, she stops and straightens up. Her face softens a little. ‘Ah! Don’t look so scared, fella. I’m just gettin’ old is all. What’s your name?’

      ‘R-Ramzy. Ramzy Rahman. Ma’am.’

      The side of her mouth goes up and she chuckles. ‘Ma’am? Ha! Well, you got better manners than I have, buddy. Invitin’ you into my place without even a proper introduction. So we’ve got Ramzy Rahman and …?’

      ‘Georgina Santos. Georgie for short.’ I don’t do the ma’am bit. I can’t carry it off like Ramzy.

      ‘OK, Georgie-for-short and Ramzy-ma’am. That was my little test, see? But from now on no more lies, huh? From here on in, I’m trusting you. Did you tell anyone you were here?’

      Ramzy and I shake our heads, and both say, ‘No.’

      ‘Noooo,’ she drawls and takes off her thick glasses, bending down to peer at us with her strange pale eyes. ‘So is it a deal?’

      We both nod, although I’m not at all sure what the deal is exactly.

      ‘Deal,’ we say together.

      Seemingly satisfied, she turns round and flings open both doors, growling, ‘Well, ain’t that dandy? We’ve got ourselves a deal! Welcome, my little chickadees, to the future! Ha ha ha haaa!’ Her laugh is like an arpeggio, each bark higher than the one before, ending on a loud screech.

      Ramzy catches my eye and smirks. If Dr Pretorius is pretending to be a crazy person then she’s overdoing it. Only … I think it’s real.

      Mr Mash gives a little whine. He doesn’t want to go through the doors, and I know exactly how he feels.

      

      I’ve tried really hard to work out where the whole thing started. By ‘the whole thing’, I mean Dr Pretorius’s ‘FutureDome’ stuff, the campervan explosion, the Dog Plague, the million-pound jackpot … everything. And I think it started with Mr Mash:

       Don’t trust anyone who doesn’t like dogs.

      That’s number one on my Wisdom of the Dogs poster. I know it sounds a bit final so I’ve come up with some exceptions:

      1 People (Ramzy’s Aunty Nush, for example) who have grown up in countries and cultures where dogs are not pets. So it’s not really their fault.

      2 Postmen and delivery people who have been attacked by dogs, though it’s really the owner’s fault for not training the dog properly.

      3 People who are allergic. I have to say that because of Jessica. More on her coming up soon.

      But, exceptions aside, I think it’s a pretty good rule. Dogs just want to be with us. Did you know that dogs have lived alongside humans for pretty much as long as we’ve been on earth? That’s why we have the expression ‘man’s best friend’. (And woman’s, and children’s as well, obviously.)

      I was born wanting a dog. That’s what Dad says, anyway. He says my first words were, ‘Can we get a dog?’ I think he’s joking but I like to pretend it’s true.

      Next to the poster on my bedroom wall I’ve got a collection of pictures of famous people with their dogs. My favourites are:

       Robby Els and his poodle.

       G-Topp and his (very cute) chihuahua.

       The American president and her Great Dane.

       Our king with his Jack Russell (I met the king once, when I was a baby, before he was the king. He didn’t have his dog with him, though.)

       The old queen with her corgis.

      Anyway, eventually we got a dog. It was March last year, not long after Dad’s girlfriend, Jessica, moved in. (Coincidence? I don’t think so.)

      I knew something was up. Dad had taken a couple of calls from his friend Maurice, who used to be a vicar and now runs St Woof’s Dog Shelter on Eastbourne Gardens. Nothing odd about that, but when he answered he would say, ‘Ah, Maurice! Hold on,’ and then leave the room, and once when he came back in he was smirking so much his face was nearly bursting. Of course, I didn’t even dare to hope.

      I asked Clem, but he’d already started his retreat to his bedroom, otherwise known as the Teen Cave (a retreat that is now more or less complete). He shrugged and – to be fair – getting a dog was always my thing, not my brother’s. If it doesn’t have a smelly petrol engine, Clem’s not all that bothered.

      Not daring to hope is really, really hard when you’re hoping like mad. I’d look at the calendar on my wall – 12 Months of Paw-some Puppies! – and wonder if we’d get one, ranking my preferences in a list that I kept in my bedside drawer.

      1 Golden retriever (excellent with children).

      2 Cockapoo.

      3 Chocolate СКАЧАТЬ