Everything for a Dog

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Bone is a stray dog, all alone in the world, looking for a safe place to call home. Charlie is devastated by the death of his older brother, but at least he has his brother’s dog to comfort him.  All Henry wants is a dog of his own, and even when his best friend moves away, his parents still won’t let him have one. Bone, Charlie, and Henry don’t know each other, but their lives are about to connect in a very surprising way. Because dogs, and dog lovers, have a way of ...

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Overview

Bone is a stray dog, all alone in the world, looking for a safe place to call home. Charlie is devastated by the death of his older brother, but at least he has his brother’s dog to comfort him.  All Henry wants is a dog of his own, and even when his best friend moves away, his parents still won’t let him have one. Bone, Charlie, and Henry don’t know each other, but their lives are about to connect in a very surprising way. Because dogs, and dog lovers, have a way of finding each other . . .

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Fans of Martin’s A Dog’s Life who are eager to know what happened to Bone, the brother of stray puppy Squirrel, will find the answer in this beautifully crafted companion novel. The story is told from the alternating perspectives of Bone and two boys who enter his life. Henry is an 11-year-old whose deepest desire is to have a dog. Charlie is lucky enough to already have a dog, but that doesn’t ease his grief over the recent loss of his older brother, RJ (“He can’t help but think, as he fondles Sunny’s silky ears, that RJ was the one who named Sunny; that Sunny had, in fact, been RJ’s dog”). Meanwhile, Bone, still a stray and not yet aware of the boys’ existence, bounces from one family to another, experiencing a mixture of joyful moments as well as events that lead to betrayal and abandonment. Each point of view is compelling on its own, but the smooth convergence of the characters’ heartwrenching histories shows exceptional engineering and artistry. Animal lovers of all ages will cherish this moving tale of man’s—or in this case, boy’s—best friend. Ages 9–12. (Sept.)
Children's Literature - Meredith Kiger
Three different stories, with dogs as part of the central plot of each, gradually become connected in surprising ways. The first story is about Squirrel and Bone, two strays born on an occasionally occupied farm, featuring Bone as the primary voice. Personifying an animal and giving it voice is an amazing thing, tugging at heartstrings (even more so for animal lovers). The next story about Henry, a young boy who has always wanted a dog and whose parents are against it, finally connects to the third story about Charlie. Charlie, the younger of two boys, tragically loses his older brother in an accident not caused by but related to Charlie. Charlie's family is consumed by grief and pretty much ignore Charlie. Charlie handles his grief by depending on his brother's dog, Sunny, for companionship. When tragedy, again, strikes just as his family seems to be recovering, the repercussions last many years and are connected to Henry's father's reluctance to approve Henry's getting a dog. The stories are superbly crafted as they finally intertwine in the conclusion, one that dog lovers will particularly enjoy. Reviewer: Meredith Kiger, Ph.D.
School Library Journal
Gr 4–6—Ann Martin's moving story (S & S/Feiwel & Friends, 2009) shifts between three main characters' points of view: a dog named Bone, who was born wild in a barn; Henry, who desperately wants a dog; and Charlie, who survives the death of his brother through bonding with his brother's dog. Bone, along with his sister Squirrel, are discarded in a mall parking lot. (Squirrel's story is told in Ann Martin's A Dog's Life: the Autobiography of a Stray [Scholastic, 2005]). Bone is rescued, given away, and finally abandoned to live as a stray. Charlie is tormented by the death of his brother, who fell from a tree where he allegedly climbed to get Charlie's kite. Henry, whose parents are both librarians, has tried for years to convince them to let him have a dog. As their refusals become more adamant, his resolve to be more responsible grows. There are hints early on that Henry will adopt Bone, but readers will be surprised at the relationship revealed between Charlie and Henry. Martin fully develops each character, drawing listeners into their struggles. David Pittu's narration is methodical and measured. Dog lovers will be enthralled by this audiobook.—Debbie Whitbeck, West Ottawa Public Schools, Holland, MI
Kirkus Reviews
In this poignant companion to A Dog's Life (2005), Martin pursues her story of two homeless puppies from male puppy Bone's perspective, adding canine-related stories from two boys, Charlie and Henry. When stray siblings Bone and Squirrel are separated, Bone is rescued by a young couple, becomes an elderly man's companion and eventually searches for a home. After Charlie's older brother RJ falls from a tree and dies, his mom suffers a breakdown and his dad withdraws, leaving Charlie to grieve with RJ's dog Sunny until another accident strikes. Eleven-year-old Henry's parents won't let him have a dog. When his best pal moves away, Henry renews his plea, but to no avail. Bone autobiographically tells his own touching tale, while Martin compassionately relates Charlie and Henry's stories in the third person. She artfully alternates and gradually weaves together threads from the canine and human tales until the three stories converge in time and space into a completely heartwarming and satisfying finale. Essential fare for fans of A Dog's Life or the perfectly crafted canine tale. (Fiction. 9-12)
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“Animal lovers of all ages will cherish this moving tale of man’s—or in this case, boy’s—best friend.”—Publishers Weekly, Starred Review

 

“Martin's book honors the unique companionship and healing powers that have earned dogs the title of man's best friend, and it will resonate with both the reader who is already a dog owner or who, like Henry, pines to be one.”—Shelf Awareness

 

“[Martin] artfully alternates and gradually weaves together threads from the canine and human tales until the three stories converge in time and space into a completely heartwarming and satisfying finale. Essential fare for fans of the perfectly crafted canine tale.”—Kirkus Reviews, Starred Review

 “This is a sensitive, gentle read that surrounds its occasional heartbreak with plenty of hope and warm feelings.”—Booklist

 

“This is a touching and ultimately happy story that will appeal to fans of Phyllis Reynolds Naylor’s Shiloh (S & S, 1991) and Fred Gipson’s Old Yeller (HarperCollins, 1942), as well as to a wider audience.”School Library Journal

 

“It is clear that Martin is not writing a conventional dog story but a serious and very fine book about life, death, and the need to keep going in order to find joy again, whether one is a human or a dog.”—Horn Book Review

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781423392354
  • Publisher: Brilliance Audio
  • Publication date: 9/1/2009
  • Format: CD
  • Edition description: Unabridged
  • Age range: 9 - 12 Years
  • Product dimensions: 5.10 (w) x 7.10 (h) x 1.50 (d)

Meet the Author

ANN M. MARTIN is the author of the Baby-Sitters Club and Main Street series; the novels Belle Teal, A Corner of the Universe (winner of the Newbery Honor), Here Today, and On Christmas Eve, as well as the Doll People novels (written with Laura Godwin and illustrated by Brian Selznick); and the novels P. S. Longer Letter Later and Snail Mail No More, written with Paula Danziger. Ann lives in Upstate New York with her beloved dog, Sadie, whose mother was a stray, and several rescued cats.

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1. BONE

My tale begins with a tail. It is my earliest memory, this tail. I was twelve days old and my eyes had opened for the first time. I tried to focus them and I became aware of something moving, something black and white, something so intriguing that I bit it. It was a tail and it belonged to my sister, who yelped. I didn’t have any teeth yet so I hadn’t hurt her, but I had surprised her, my timid sister, Squirrel. Next I bit my mother, and she swatted me with her great brown paw. Then she drew me to her belly, and I curled into it, Squirrel pressed against my side.

Squirrel and I were the only surviving puppies in our litter. My mother, whose dog name was Stream, had given birth to three others, but only my sister and I had lived. Mother had waited until she saw that we were strong and then she had given us our names—Bone and Squirrel, two things of vital importance to her.

I am Bone.

Mother gave birth to Squirrel and me in a wheelbarrow in a shed on the property belonging to a family named Merrion. We lived there in secret. Mother, who was a stray dog her entire short life, had roamed the countryside around Lindenfield for a long time searching for just the right spot in which to give birth to her puppies. She had started her search at the end of a winter that had been bitterly cold, but short. By the time the early spring arrived, bringing with it mild days and the scent of sunshine, the ice in the ponds was melting and the hibernating creatures were waking from their long sleeps, and Mother had selected the Merrions’ land as the place on which to settle down for a while.

In truth, Mother selected well, but not perfectly. The Merrions, who visited their large house in the country only on the weekends, at least during the cooler weather, did not like animals—not wild animals, and not pets. Only Matthias, the middle Merrion child, wanted a pet, and he wanted one very badly. Mother and Squirrel and I and the stray cats that lived on the property took great care to remain out of sight of the Merrions. The other animals—the possums and squirrels and chipmunks, the deer and groundhogs and raccoons, the birds of all kinds, and the mother fox and her kits—did not attempt to hide, and occasionally they paid dearly for this.

But we had our shed and it was safe and cozy. The Merrions rarely went inside it. Also, two of the walls had been insulated at one time, so the shed was warm. And it was well ventilated since one window had been removed and the door remained permanently ajar. Mother had found a shelter that protected us from humans, rain, and predators, and was dry and warm but not too hot.

Mother wasn’t the only creature who had discovered the shed. It was also populated by a number of stray cats and a great quantity of mice. The cats had taken up residence in the old nesting boxes for chickens that lined one wall. They crept through the holes into the little dark cubbies, still filled with straw, and gave birth to their kittens there. Mother kept clear of the nesting boxes, but the cats had to walk by her and the wheelbarrow and Squirrel and me on their way to and from the door. They tolerated us and we tolerated them.

For the first eleven days of my life I lived in darkness and silence, neither my eyes nor my ears open. My world was Mother’s soft belly, her milk, and the wiggling presence of my sister. Squirrel and I squirmed and drank and dozed and jumped in our sleep. And then the next day dawned—the last dawn that I wouldn’t be able to see for myself—and my eyes opened and there was that tail. I bit it and my sister yelped and for as long as we were together I was known as the brave one, the leader, and Squirrel was the timid one, the follower.

The day after my eyes opened, my ears opened too. Squirrel and I weren’t very good at seeing and hearing at first. That took some time. But we grew bigger and fatter and stronger, and eventually the world of the shed became clear to us. I took notice of the cats and the mice and then of the bees and other flying insects. The mice and the insects were interesting. They could slip into places too small for Squirrel and me, and they could zip straight up walls and beams. I sat in our wheelbarrow and followed them with my eyes, wishing I could slip and zip and fly.

One day a pair of barn swallows dipped into the shed through the open window. With much chittering and cheeping and calling to each other, they then swooped in and out and in and out of that window for several days. Each time they returned to the shed they carried bits of straw or long pieces of grass in their beaks, and they began to fashion a muddy nest on the side of the beam directly above the wheelbarrow. Squirrel and I watched the nest building with interest. So did the cats. The nest had reached the height of half a small flowerpot, the roof beam forming its back wall, when one of the swallows zoomed through the window one afternoon and was caught in midair between the jaws of a yellow cat that had been waiting with great patience on an upper beam. The other swallow returned to the nest several more times before he realized his mate was missing. Then he stopped coming into the shed, and the nest remained unfinished.

Our shed was interesting, but as the weather grew warmer I became curious about what was outside the walls. I especially wanted to know more about the mother fox, whose name, I think, was Mine. My mother spent a lot of time watching Mine, and I wondered why. She wasn’t afraid of her, but I believe she felt threatened by her. Mother watched her especially closely when the Merrions were at home. When the Merrions were away, Mother paid less attention to her. I noticed that of all the animals that made their homes on the Merrions’ property, Mine seemed least concerned with keeping herself hidden. I watched her walk haughtily through the yard at all hours of day and night, whether the Merrions were away or at home.

As the dramas of the swallows and Mine unfolded, and as a thousand smaller daily dramas occurred, Squirrel and I grew bigger and stronger, and one afternoon, Mother surprised us. Without any warning she nudged me over the edge of the wheelbarrow and I tumbled to the floor of the shed, landing on a pile of burlap sacks. Then she nudged Squirrel over the edge. Squirrel whimpered. She was afraid. But I was thrilled. Now I could see everything up close—the cats, the mice, the insects, and the big world outside, the one inhabited by Mine.

Life seemed to speed up after this. Mother taught Squirrel and me how to protect ourselves, when to hide and when to attack and, most important, how to find food and how to catch food. Finding food, I discovered, was easier than catching it—if there was a good garbage heap nearby. And the garbage heap at the edge of the Merrions’ property was very good indeed. A dog never knew what he might discover there. All sorts of things for which I didn’t have names then. But now I know what I was eating: bits of scrambled eggs, oatmeal, lettuce, crusts of bread, some things that did not taste very good and that upset my stomach, such as onions, and some things that tasted wonderful, such as cake and biscuits. One day when Squirrel and I were nosing through the garbage I found a whole chicken leg. I ate it without sharing.

By the time Mother introduced Squirrel and me to the garbage heap, the days were longer and much warmer, and the Merrions had returned to their house one morning and had not left it again for more than a few hours. Day after day they were there. They were interesting to watch, especially the young Merrions who shrieked and ran about, but Mother made Squirrel and me stay out of sight of the house, so exploring the yard became difficult.

The only creature on the property that seemed unconcerned by the Merrions was Mine. She crossed their yard by moonlight and by daylight, and finally one afternoon the Merrion child who was a girl saw her and let out a screech. Two days later, while Squirrel was following me on our out-of-sight route to the garbage heap, we were frightened by a blast so loud that it seemed I could feel the woods shake. We bolted toward the shed, but before we reached it we saw one of the Merrions’ gardeners carrying a rifle, and nearby we saw Mine lying very still in a garden. Mother found us then and hustled us, unseen, into the shed where we spent the rest of the day.

Early the next morning Mother left the shed. I watched her trot away in the direction of the garbage. The day was very hot and very still and very quiet. We didn’t hear any more blasts or see the man with the gun.

But Mother never came back.

At first we didn’t know that Mother wouldn’t return. Because Squirrel and I were bigger by then and could go off on our own, our mother sometimes left us for long periods of time. That day, the one that started when Mother trotted off, my sister and I hunted and played in the woods out of view of the Merrions. We visited the garbage heap too, and I tasted my first smoked turkey. The day grew hot; it was one of the hottest of the summer, and when the sun was at the highest point in the sky the Merrions went indoors and stayed there, in the big cool rooms. The woods became still, as if all the creatures that usually swooped and stalked and scurried and snuffled for food were hiding from the heat, like the Merrions. Even Squirrel and I stopped our playing, and we lay in the shade in the woods, waiting for Mother. At the end of the day, when the heat was starting to fade, we returned to the shed and waited some more.

Then we waited all night.

At the time when Squirrel and I were still too little to leave the wheelbarrow, but after the time my eyes and ears had opened, I had learned from watching the other shed creatures that things can change in an instant—SNAP! The swallow flew through the window and—SNAP!—the cat caught her in his jaws. A green insect perched on the window ledge and—SNAP!—a sparrow swallowed it. A snake slithered into the shed and—SNAP!—a mouse became lunch. Later, the Merrions’ gardener took aim at Mine and—SNAP!—she was gone.

Something had happened to Mother. I don’t know what it was, but I think she encountered a predator or a fast-moving car or an enemy—something that prevented her from returning to the shed. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have left Squirrel and me when we were so young.

But, snap, Mother was gone and Squirrel and I were on our own.

At first I was like the surviving barn swallow. I looked for Mother and I waited for her. Then I looked less and less and waited less and less, and soon Mother simply was not part of my life. It was during this time—this time after Mother had disappeared, and when Squirrel and I realized that we had learned enough of Mother’s lessons to be able to fill our bellies with food and water and to stay away from dangerous creatures—that my sister and I were discovered.

Matthias Merrion found us.

It wasn’t our fault. We were being careful as Mother had taught us to be, napping one afternoon in a good hiding place in the woods, and—SNAP!—suddenly there was Matthias, the middle Merrion child, the one who wanted a pet. He didn’t see us at first, and we held as still as we possibly could. This was our mistake, though, because Matthias almost stepped on us. And then he cried, "Hey! I found puppies!"

Squirrel and I didn’t waste a second. We leaped to our feet and ran directly to the shed where we huddled in our nest. But our legs weren’t very long yet, and Matthias followed us easily. He opened the shed door and sat on the floor next to us. He talked to us. He said he wanted to be our friend.

And he did try very hard to be our friend. For many, many days we were his secret pets, and he brought us toys and chicken and tried to stroke our backs. Mother had taught us to fear humans, so we didn’t like his hands much. But we liked his chicken. And sometimes, if our bellies weren’t as full as they might have been, we allowed him to pet us in order to get the chicken reward. Eventually, when the days of summer were starting to grow shorter and the nights a bit cooler, Squirrel and I even allowed Matthias to pull us into his lap and to stroke our paws and whisper in our ears. Matthias was always gentle. And he almost always had chicken.

Excerpted from Everything for a Dog by Ann M. Martin.

Copyright © 2009 by Ann M. Martin.

Published in 2009 by A Feiwel and Friends Book.

All rights reserved. This work is protected under copyright laws and reproduction is strictly prohibited. Permission to reproduce the material in any manner or medium must be secured from the Publisher.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 18, 2012

    Such a sweet book!!!!

    This is on the best books you will ever read. I had such a good time reading this because of all the cute things that happened. Everything for a Dog is a emontional book. It made me cry and laugh at the same time. Hope you have a great time reading this wonderful book. :)

    5 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 25, 2013

    Touching

    This a touching book. It really pulled your heartstrings. I couldn't help but root for a happy ending!

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 22, 2013

    Sweet

    Ann M Martin has given an emontional story told from 3 different point of veiws,one from a boy named Henry,another from a boy named Charlie,and most importantly(in my opoinion)a stray dog named Bone,really intruging and a great read for the typical sad emotional reader, Ms Martin you've written a book worth the read,

    PS- no matter how tempting it is,,,,,DO NOT read the last page of the book first,it makes no sense unless in seqence!!!! ;) ;) ;)

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 18, 2012

    A Dog's Life

    I read A Dog's Life and it was emotional but it was one of the greatest books I ever read. This book tells what happened to Squirrels brother, Bone. I CANT WAIT TO READ IT! :)

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 4, 2012

    Awesome

    Perfect tale about a mans best friend

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 9, 2013

    Amazing book!!!!!!

    This is a great book about dogs, friendship, and wishes. Even if there are some sad parts Everything for a Dog is a book you totally HAVE to read.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 31, 2012

    Unbelievable.

    I read this when I was maybe nine, after reading A Dog's Life at age eight. Both made me cry, and laugh. These books were just so moving, they're just....beautiful. Ann M. Martin has definitely pinned down the idea of an amazing dog story. And made it better.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 23, 2012

    Love it

    I read it at school and it was amazing! I LOVED IT! IT DESERVES INFINITY STARS :) :)

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 10, 2011

    Love!!!!

    I borrowed this book from my school library and I absolutely fell in love with it. I HIGHLY recommend this book for all ages! If you are unsure, I say, buy it. This book is truly a heart-warmer and worth your time.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 4, 2011

    The best

    This is the best book ever<3(:

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 4, 2009

    I Also Recommend:

    Mom and Tom

    Fantastic book. We highly recommend it. Great for parents and kids.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 19, 2014

    Best book

    This is the best book ever i love it :) @#$%&*-+(!"':;/,) !!!!!!!!"

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 26, 2013

    this book is an excellent companion story to "A Dogs Life&q

    this book is an excellent companion story to &quot;A Dogs Life&quot;. Ann M.Martin has done it again with &quot;Everything for a Dog&quot;.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 17, 2013

    Julia A Freedman

    Still reading but can't put it down.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 2, 2013

    Loved it

    Great read for anyone.
    Try this book and you will love it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 20, 2013

    Sad

    This...book is so sad.. i cried. No wonder its such a good book..
    This book touches u. I feels as if your in the story.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 23, 2013

    The book is great

    I love dog books. I hated The Babysitters club books and still do.(not even for my age)


    But the authors dog books are better than a series. I loved this book and thought it was heartwarming. I mean, didnt you want to know what happened to Bone? The book is really good and i really enjoy the dogs point of view.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 13, 2013

    Squurrel

    I love that finally after all these years i get to see wha ever happened to bone!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 18, 2013

    Everything for a dog

    I am reading a dogs life and am realy loving it so far . And i also realy realy realy want everything for a dog. It realy sounds like a good book just by reading everyones posts. I have my oun dog named stubbs so to think what her point of is very much is amazing.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 8, 2013

    Very touching and heart warming

    This is a amazing book to read. IT IS SOOOO SAD TOO!!!!!! I COULDN'T BELEIVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AWESOME BOOK!!!!!! HATER OF THE HATERS!!!!!!

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