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Informationen zum Autor Deanna Kizis; Illustrated by Hannah Peck Klappentext "Penelope the Pug accompanies Lady Diggleton to Windsor Castle, but when the Queen's diamond ring goes missing and the snooty dog Duchess stands accused, Penelope finds a way to prove her innocence"-- Leseprobe Chapter One Penelope the pug—clever, resilient, and happy, with a wonderful home and a kind heart—never wanted to go on an adventure again. I’m not one of those pugs who takes risks purely for pleasure, she thought as she awoke one fine morning, for I believe pleasure can just as easily be found in a soft bed next to a warm fire. Ever so contented, she stretched and yawned until her belly popped out and her pink tongue curled. She did not have anything to do that day except to eat, play with Lady Diggleton, and nap, which meant it was to be a glorious day indeed. Wait a moment, she thought, sitting up. I do believe I had a most frightening dream. She tried to remember before the memory flew away like a butterfly, as dreams often do. Oh, yes! She’d dreamed that she was lost again in Puggleton Park, and it was all the fault of a most dreadful squirrel. If you have not met Dreadful Squirrel, then you should know that he has shifty eyes, buckteeth, and a sparse tail, and that he is more vexing than any other squirrel alive. In the dream, Penelope was chasing Dreadful Squirrel, but he got away, as he always did, and Penelope realized she was very lost indeed. Without her owner, the only friend she had was Moon, whom you must know as well, since Moon shines in the sky for us all. It wasn’t until Penelope met Lady Diggleton that her luck began to change. But that is another story altogether. In this story, Penelope was relieved to realize that her dream was just that. She still lived with her dear Lady Diggleton in a brick house in Mayfair, London. Abby was still the lady’s maid, Miss Bakerbeans was still the cook (and made the most delicious dog biscuits), and Lady Picklebottom, Lady Diggleton’s dearest friend, found dogs a bit more tolerable than she once did. On her way downstairs, Penelope passed Abby, who was carrying a basket of laundry that smelled of lavender and soap. Abby smiled. “Good morning, Penelope. I hope you’re having a fine day,” she said. “I’d stop to pet you, but I simply have too much work to do!” Abby was always bustling about, so Penelope made her way down another flight of stairs to reach the first floor, where she let herself out of her own doggy door. This rather clever addition was recently installed by a talented carpenter, and it allowed Penelope to go do her business in a most private manner. (And she often had quite a lot of business to do!) Once she was finished, Penelope entered the large pale green dining room where the sunlight streamed through the crystals in the chandelier and made rainbows dance on the walls. This was her favorite room in the house, for it is where she often found her dear Lady Diggleton. “Good morning, Penelope,” Lady Diggleton said with a smile. She was seated at the enormous dining room table, eating her breakfast. In response, Penelope wagged her tail and let out a small yelp, which meant, “And a very good morning to you.” She allowed Lady Diggleton to give her a scratch behind her left ear—this was her favorite spot, after all—then attacked the food in her silver dog bowl and licked it clean until it shone like new. “It is time to go out, Penelope,” Lady Diggleton said, standing and heading into the hall as the little pug followed. “We are due at the offices of the Morning Post , where we shall buy an advertisement for the Ladies’ Society for the Relief of Lost Dogs. Then I shall take you for a walk through Puggleton Park, and after that we shall return home in time for tea.” ...
