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The next day arrived, and Kitty glanced at the wall clock. Almost time. Monty was due to arrive imminently and she still hadn’t got all of his kit ready – bed, blankets, bones and whatever else dogs needed. She hadn’t looked after a pooch before, so wasn’t entirely sure.

She untied her pinny and looped it over the chair in the little staff room at the back of the now-closed café, and, seeing that Teddie was out on a play date, she decided to nip along the High Street to the Paws Pet Parlour to see if they could give her some tips on what Monty would need on arrival.

‘Kitty! Hello, what can we do for you?’ Amber, the owner smiled, yelling over from a metal table in the window where a magnificent honey-haired Afghan hound was being blow-dried with a giant hairdryer attached to the ceiling on a bendy hose.

‘I’ve come to buy all the essentials for a dog, but I can see that you’re busy.’ Kitty hesitated and glanced over to the big day-care pen towards the back of the pet parlour where several dogs were chasing each other around, sniffing bottoms, teasing each other with rubber toys and generally having the times of their lives. ‘Shall I pop back in a bit?’ She guessed that Monty wouldn’t need everything right away, as long as he had a bed and bowl for his food; the rest she could pick up later.