I, Jackby Patricia Finney, Peter Bailey (Illustrator), Peter Bailey (Illustrator)
Hi! Hi there! I am Jack! Big dog Jack. Wag Tail. I live with a big Pack. This is my Packleader. I love him Huge Amounts! More than steak, even. Yumyum. My Packleader has a Pack Lady and three children. I love them Big Amounts, too. And this is Petra; she lives next door. Isn't she Gorgeous? This is my story. It's So Exciting! Find out how I become friends with Petra, brave the Fierce garage dog, and save Packleader from Huge Scary Metal Monsters. Arrooof Arrooof!
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- 1ST US
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- 5.80(w) x 8.30(h) x 0.80(d)
- Age Range:
- 8 - 12 Years
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By Patricia Finney
HarperCollins Publishers, Inc.Copyright © 2005 Patricia Finney
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My Pack and Our Den
Hi! hi there! Hello! hi, friend!! I am Jack! Look at me! Here I am. I like you. Do you like me? I am jack. big dog jack!! Hi! Can I smell your . . . ?
I am Jack, old-fashioned yellow Labrador. I am very Thick. I am very very Thick. It's good to be Thick. wag tail. Pant. Get patted. Thick means Good.
I have a big Pack, very big Pack, all different kinds of dogs.
One kind of dog -- standing-up-on-back-legs-smell-of-ape-type dog with no fur, no tail. Some big, some little. Apedogs.
Other kind of dog -- normal-walking-type dog with fur, hidden claws. And me.
Here is my Pack.
Front paw. Biggest standing-up apedog is Master and Packleader. He is very very Big (bigger than you). He has a big deep bark. He has a big belly, lots of dark fur on face (not much on head). He makes things with his clever paws in his little wooden den: sometimes he makes lines on paper with burnt sticks, or he puts lots of different-smelling slime on paper with another kind of stick with a furry top, or he makes huge things out of wet earth. I get much whacking when I eat paper-with-smears even though the smell is so interesting. But whatever he does is Good because he is my Packleader and also Tom Stopes, also Dad. He is the biggest apedog. I love him huge amounts. More than steak, even.
Other front paw. Next biggest apedog is Pack Lady of my Pack, also Charlie-short-for-Charlotte, also Mom, also Darling. She is not as big as the Packleader (in fact she is quite little) but she barks higher and even more. She has no fur on face, lots of dark fur on head.She is scary fierce if she finds you with head-in-trashcan. I love her big amounts. More than pork chops.
Back paw. Apedog puppy girl.
She is nearly big now. She is Teresa, or Terri. She has no fur on face, fur on head, cuddles me. She has a box with loud howling and banging inside. She sits next to it and howls. Why does she get mad when I help with howling? I do not understand. I love her a lot. More than kidneys.
Other back paw. Immature male apedog puppy. Smaller than Terri. No fur on face, short fur on head, runs around barking lots. Sits on two-wheel-go-fast-thing -- watch out jack, you stupid dog! He is good to cuddle. He helps me dig for bones. Often he gives me Sugar Puffs and bits of toast and pea-nut butter -- funny, sticky, but nice taste. He is called Pete. I love him a huge lot. More than cow-liver, even.
Tail. Other male apedog puppy. Small. Very small. Was smaller. First he was a roly-poly no-fur puppy, getting milk from Pack Lady -- no, not for you, jack. Why not? Anyway, now he is standing-up-type apedog, but short. He is friendly. When I kiss him, he licks my face. He is called Mikey and also Baba. I love him lots. More than chicken.
There are also normal-walking-with-fur-and-tail-type dogs but small and hidden-claws. yowp! They don't like me smelling their tails. We have lots. Stripey one, Remy. Black-and-white one, Maisie. White-and-black one, Muskie. I love them a bit. Funny-looking dogs.
There are also lots of Small Furries outside. Also Slimies in pond -- jump jump yowp! Also Flying Featheries that the Cats make into meat and leave on kitchen floor and Pack Lady stands on in the morning and runs around barking and howling lots and throwing the Cats through the back door. I do not understand why the Cats make Flying Featheries and Small Furries into meat, but they say they like it and I am too Thick to live and what do I think I eat anyway?
Yes. I am Thick. I am very Thick. I am the Thickest Dog in the World.
Now I will tell you about my Pack's den. It is good but Pack Lady says it's too small. Great Packleader and Pack Lady share a room, nice nest, why can't I come in it? too small, you great dummy, says Pack Lady.
Now the food room where my food dish is. My Food Dish is very beautiful. It is shiny and smooth and smells of metal. It has food in it two times each day, one after sleep, one be-fore sleep. i love my food dish very much. I can hold it in my mouth and carry it. Sometimes I drop it on Packleader's foot when he might forget about food for the dog. He barks lots. Sometimes I drop it on the Food Room floor, bang kerlang crash! Good noise. Sometimes I get mixed up and fetch my water dish . . . Boing! Splosh! . . . I wonder how that puddle happened? Oh. Sorry.
There is also the Sitting Room with the talking Flicker Box and a little room with another talking Flicker Box and a big wood-and-metal pling-plong noise-thing. The Cats walk on it sometimes, to make beautiful music (they say). Sitting Room is nice. The Cats have their god in there. It is yellow and red and hot and makes a burning hot smell. I like it. The Cats like it more. Why do they scowl at me when I lie next to it? They could lie on top of me, and we would all be warm and comfy. Why should the Cats lie near the god and not me? I do not understand.
There is also Outside and Outside Outside. Outside has lots of trees and flowers and green things. I can do my messages there. Outside Outside is for Walkies. i love walkies. can we go now? now! please? walkies now please? Oh. Sorry.
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Meet the Author
Patricia Finney is Jack's real Pack Lady and his interpreter. She spends a lot of time running around after Jack, The Cats, and her three children. When she can, she writes all kinds of things, including historical novels, scripts, articles for newspapers, and the prequel to this book, I, Jack. She lives in Cornwall, England.
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This book didn't really work for me. I do like that the book is told from the dog's point of view and feels like how some dog's probably would talk in reality if they could. What I didn't like was the dog's constantly happy attitude and how often he said and repeated how happy he was. Although I do know many dog's like Jack, I couldn't help but find him a little annoying, I would have liked him more if he was presented as a little less enthusiastic, and maybe a little smarter as well. As far as the story itself, I often found it hard to follow and understand. While there are many sentences numbered throughout the book corresponding to numbers at the bottom of the page where the stories cats explain what Jack is talking about, I found it too distracting to keep having to look down at this then find my place in the story again. There were also several times where I missed the number completely as the numbers are easy to miss and found myself searching through the text I just read to figure out what the bottom sentences were talking about and even with these I couldn't always understand the book. There are also some other things I didn't particularly enjoy about the dog's in the book, which I did not use in deciding what rating to give the book. One of the biggest things I did not like was that both Jack and the other dog were breeder gotten dog's and neither dog was ever spayed or neutered, leading to Jack causing unwanted puppies.
I would recomend this to everyone if you want to read something funny and you love dogs!
I picked up the book at B&N because we have a one-year-old female yellow Lab and an eight-year-old son that she treats as a fellow puppy. I hoped our son would be intrigued by the concept of a book written from the viewpoint of a dog and would read it from enjoyment and not just to rack up reading minutes on his 'at-home book log.' It is the first time he has read a chapter book with such enjoyment that he continually stops to read aloud portions to me. That's high praise from a second-grade boy whose favorite pastime is playing sports and, though an excellent reader, doesn't automatically choose reading over other activities.