time. Now he only wanted a family who would let him be
a real dog!
‘You’re right!’ he said, pushing the water bowl away and standing up straight. ‘If they don’t like me as I am now, then I don’t want to go home with
them.’
‘Good for you!’ cheered the Spacemutts.
‘And good for you, too!’ said Monty, recalling the sight of the hairball hurtling towards the sun. ‘Now Lady Fluffkins is out of the way, you can all behave yourselves and
finally find new homes.’
‘We already got a message from WOOF,’ said Rocket, shaking his head sadly. ‘The
Mouseship
has been spotted by a spy-ball satellite. It was leaving our solar system and
heading for the Catnip Nebula.’
‘Then I’ll stay too,’ said Monty.
‘Thank you, but we have a much more important mission for you,’ said Poppy, glancing back at the other Spacemutts. ‘Something you’ve never been able to do before, so you
might need a little practice.’
‘But I think you’ll pick it up very quickly,’ Butch grinned. ‘Because it’s even more fun than digging!’
‘Really?’ panted Monty. ‘What could be more fun than digging?’
‘Chasing cats!’ smiled Rocket.
‘Oh, I can do that!’ laughed Monty. ‘I even won a ribbon for running!’
‘But what if they hide in a hedge? ’ asked Butch.
‘And what if it’s muddy in the garden?’ asked Poppy.
‘I’ll do whatever it takes,’ promised Monty.
‘I believe you will,’ said Rocket, recalling how the previously prim poodle had defeated Lady Fluffkins, armed only with a nail file. The captain heard footsteps approaching the door
and quickly nodded to Butch and Poppy.
As the familiar family made their way to the far kennel to collect their new dog, Rocket barked as loud as he could, Butch howled and growled, while Poppy bounded in circles, snapping at her
tail. But these noises were all drowned out when the family saw the state of Monty and squealed with delight, laughing at how different he looked from the last time and liking him even more.
As Lord Montague Pompidou the Third was led away, he secretly hoped a nice bath would be waiting for him. The prim poodle had discovered the joys of getting dirty, but he didn’t want to
stay that way forever!
And Monty didn’t want his friends to have to stay in the Pooch Pound forever either. He hoped it wouldn’t be too long before they could capture Lady Fluffkins once and for all and
find loving new homes of their own.
Maybe next time . . .
Michael Broad lives in Surrey on Planet Earth, where he writes and illustrates books for children of all ages, including the Jake Cake series, which was shortlisted for the
Waterstone’s Prize. Michael loves dogs, daydreaming and anything to do with astronomy.
www.michaelbroad.co.uk
Other books by Michael Broad
Spacemutts: Fluffy Assassins from Mars!
Spacemutts: Attack of the Ninja Kittens!
Spacemutts: The Sausage Dog of Doom!
First published 2012 by Macmillan Children’s Book
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