The Last Dogs: The Vanishing

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When all the humans in his world disappear, Max, a yellow Labrador Retriever, begins the search for his family. He knows that if he can just find Madame Curie, a wise, old black Lab, she'll be able to help. Madame had a premonition of astonishing events to come — she might know where Max's family is.

But Max can't make the journey alone. Joined by friends Rocky and Gizmo, Max sets off to find Madame. Along the way, the trio must face a pack of angry wolves, forage for food in a ...

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Overview

When all the humans in his world disappear, Max, a yellow Labrador Retriever, begins the search for his family. He knows that if he can just find Madame Curie, a wise, old black Lab, she'll be able to help. Madame had a premonition of astonishing events to come — she might know where Max's family is.

But Max can't make the journey alone. Joined by friends Rocky and Gizmo, Max sets off to find Madame. Along the way, the trio must face a pack of angry wolves, forage for food in a land where kibble is akin to gold, befriend a house full of cats, and outsmart a gang of subway rats. Ultimately, they'll have to escape from the biggest threat of all: the Corporation, a "perfect" society for dogs and by dogs, where nothing is quite as it seems.

The Last Dogs: The Vanishing is a thrilling adventure and a tale of three unlikely friends on an epic quest to find their people — and bring them home.

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Editorial Reviews

School Library Journal
Gr 4–7—Left alone at the vet's, Max has had no food or water for two days. All of the other dogs and the people have disappeared. He begins to sink into despair when Rocky, a small dachshund, flies through the room and gives him brief instructions on how to escape the kennel. As the Labrador retriever wearily pinches the latch open using just his teeth, he takes his fill of water and explores his eerily empty environment. Approaching the front entrance, he sees a wolf trying to break in, searching for the small dog that saved him, and their food. Max and Rocky best the wolves, but are later forced to flee. Thus begins their adventure through villages, cities, forests, and waterways in search of their now-missing pack leaders and the missing people. Part Incredible Journey and part Life as We Knew It, this is an interesting blend of genres that allows accessibility to the traditional YA dystopian-future genre. The pacing of the story can be slow at times as it is told in episodic segments characterized by new settings and cultures of dogs. This approach would be appealing to those who may prefer to read in bursts rather than long periods at a time, but keeping track of so many characters and settings could also prove a challenge to some readers. The book is illustrated with a number of images that greatly enhance some chapters. Patient readers ready for thick books will find a lot to enjoy in this cliff-hanging first installment.—Devin Burritt, Wells Public Library, ME
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A Parents' Choice Silver Honor Award Winner

"A post-apocalyptic Animal Farm for young readers."
Kirkus Reviews

"With suspense, action-adventure, and some droll touches...this dystopian, dog-centric series opener offers a fast-paced read."—Booklist

"Fans of animal adventure stories and mysteries will enjoy this exciting look at the resiliency and ingenuity of dogs."—VOYA

Booklist
"With suspense, action-adventure, and some droll touches...this dystopian, dog-centric series opener offers a fast-paced read."
Children's Literature - Bonita Herold
Abandoned in his cage at the vet's, Max has not eaten for two weeks. Weak, hungry, thirsty, and embarrassed about his accidents in the corner of the cage, he does not know how much more he can take. When he is about to give up hope, Rocky shows up. Too little to rescue him, he nonetheless gives Max an idea on how to escape. But what awaits him? Wolves! Fire! And that is only the beginning of his miseries. Hoping to find the rest of his pack—his humans—Max and his friends go on an unlikely journey—one in which he must forage for food, befriend a house full of cats, and outsmart a gang of subway rats. But the biggest threat of all is that of tyranny at the hands of the Corporation, a society of dogs run by dogs—when the only perfect society man's best friend really wants is that which is ruled by loving humans. This dog-centric adventure, reminiscent of Animal Farm, is a fast-paced read. Middle school readers will lap it up, howling for the sequel. Reviewer: Bonita Herold
VOYA - Amanda MacGregor
Max, a Labrador, and Rocky, a Dachshund, meet at the vet, where they are startled to find that all of the humans have disappeared. Max leads them to his home, hoping to find his family still safely there. When he finds his home empty, he suggests they look for Madame Curie, another dog Max knows from the vet's office, who seemed to know something was about to happen. As they search for Madame and the humans, they encounter fierce wolves; a hungry group of dogs called the Enclave; a house full of cats; a swarm of rats in the subway; and an organized luxury society of dogs called the Corporation. They pick up a third friend, Gizmo, who is eager for adventure and about the only non-threatening animal they encounter. They follow a lead, hoping it will help them find the humans, but the book—the first in a series—ends with them still searching. Where the humans have gone truly remains a mystery, with the reader knowing only as much as the dogs know. The action and suspense in this adventure story, which is occasionally violent and sad, keeps the pace moving quickly. The review copy had illustrations still forthcoming, but each chapter has a space or two blocked off for art. Fans of animal adventure stories and mysteries will enjoy this exciting look at the resiliency and ingenuity of dogs. Reviewer: Amanda MacGregor
Kirkus Reviews
When the world goes to the dogs, one loyal canine tries to find his human family in this dystopian series starter. Max wakes up in a cage without food or water, plagued by nightmares of a spreading darkness. Clever though cowardly Rocky frees Max and reluctantly joins him on a hair-raising adventure, fleeing wolves, crazed communists and the "Corporation" and seeking their owners. Max, Rocky and Gizmo, a later addition to the team, soon fall into typical quest roles as the muscle, the brains and the heart, respectively. Their obstacles are also standard dystopian ones: finding food and transport, fighting off gangs and doggedly seeking remnants from their former lives. Where the humans went and why they abandoned their pets remain unanswered, so as to necessitate a sequel. The choice of a dog as a narrator distinguishes Holt's debut from an increasingly crowded dystopian market but also introduces narrative weaknesses. Max and his companions comprehend electronics, improvise tools and begin rebuilding civilization, yet they also drink toilet water and enjoy a good chew toy. Resolving these incongruences may be easier for younger readers familiar with the Redwall and Warriors series, or the classic Homeward Bound. A post-apocalyptic Animal Farm for young readers. (Fantasy. 10-14)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780316200042
  • Publisher: Little, Brown Books for Young Readers
  • Publication date: 5/14/2013
  • Series: Last Dogs Series , #1
  • Pages: 369
  • Sales rank: 185,434
  • Age range: 8 - 12 Years
  • Product dimensions: 5.10 (w) x 7.60 (h) x 1.10 (d)

Meet the Author

Christopher Holt grew up in a house filled to the rafters with dogs. He draws on his memories — of Salt, Pepper, Cupcake, Ariel, Shadow, Brandy, Sir Edmund Spunk, and Showtime Double Feature — to create the four-footed heroes of The Last Dogs. He has worked other jobs — most notably, selling gum balls and gum ball machines — but began writing professionally at the age of eighteen. Christopher currently lives in Seattle, Washington.

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The Last Dogs: The Vanishing


By Christopher Holt, Greg Call

Little, Brown Books for Young Readers

Copyright © 2013 Christopher Holt Greg Call
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-316-20005-9


CHAPTER 1

BRIGHT AND EMPTY


Max's head jerked up from the chilly concrete floor. He blinked his eyes, clearing them of the fog of sleep.

Max was alone.

He was snuggled against a ratty old blanket in the back of his cage—a kennel, the humans called it. It was quiet and cold, and Max's stomach growled endlessly, nipping at his insides until he ached.

It had been so long since he'd seen anyone. So long since he'd eaten the last of his kibble, two days since he lapped up the last of his water. Day by day he awoke to the click of a timer and the fluorescent lights on the ceiling flicking on, the buzz of them hitting his ears before the light shone into his tired eyes.

And day by day Max expected Vet, the man who was supposed to watch after him, to come and refill his food bowl, to take his water dish to the big stainless-steel basin across the room and fill it with water.

But Vet never came.

It had been two weeks. At least, Max thought it was two weeks.

The first week had been normal, with Vet coming into the back room to feed and water Max as he did every morning, and to take him out to the field behind the farmhouse-turned-Vet's-office so that Max could run and stretch his legs.

The kennel was hardly Max's favorite place, but he'd grown used to it. Once every year, Charlie and Emma and their parents put him here while they went away. Why they didn't let him stay on the farm, he didn't know. But every visit, he was poked and prodded by Vet, who would lift Max's floppy ears and look inside and clean his teeth with a strange-looking brush. Vet's helpers would come brush his golden fur, combing out the burrs and matted hair. Eventually, after many days, Charlie and Emma always returned and everything went back to normal—that's what made the time with Vet bearable.

But this time was different.

By Max's count, the fluorescents had turned out six times and had turned on seven times since he'd last seen Vet—seven days. Seven days since Max had been out of his cage. Seven days since he'd had anything to eat.

His tongue and nose were dry. His stomach twisted with hunger pains. He was so tired.

And alone.

Vet's back room wasn't large, but it had enough room for four cages just like the one that boxed Max in. Each kennel was about the size of one of the closets in his family's home. Metal pipes made up the four corners, with chain-link fencing stretched between each pipe so that Max couldn't get out.

In Max's past visits, other dogs had been in the kennels: Cupcake, a fluffy Lhasa Apso who yapped complaints day and night about how her space simply wasn't posh enough; Shadow, a stocky black Chow who was mostly quiet and shy and kept to himself; Ariel, a wiry mutt who liked to gnaw and dig at the bottom of the kennel when she wasn't barking challenges at Shadow.

And Max's favorite kennel companion out of all his visits was an older female dog named Madame Curie, though Max just called her Madame. She was the same size as Max and the same breed—Labrador—only her fur was like the night sky, black and flecked with strands of white. She was all wise words and good humor, and talking with her always helped the days pass by faster.

Max especially liked looking at the sparkly golden symbol on her collar—three connected rings in a straight row. He'd never seen anything so fancy on another dog, and it glittered spectacularly even under the fluorescent lights.

Madame had been with Max right up until the day Vet had stopped coming. Max awoke one morning to find her kennel empty, its door squeaking on its hinges. She hadn't even said good-bye.

Since then, the other kennels remained empty.

Max barely had enough room to pace back and forth. His area was bare except for the torn blanket that he slept on to avoid the cold concrete floor, the empty food dish, the plastic water dispenser that used to fill his now-dried-up bowl, and the shed fur that formed little messy piles. Once he'd also had a rubber ball, but in a fit of hunger, he'd torn it into tiny pieces, which were now part of the mess on the floor.

And in the back corner was the place Max made his bathroom. He had been so ashamed the first time he'd been forced to go inside his cage. Ever since he was a pup, he'd been taught that his business was only to be done outdoors.

Beyond the kennels, Max could see Vet's examination room. The walls were lined with counters and cabinets, with sterile medical equipment hanging from pegs and lying in blue liquid. In the center of the room was a long table, its top shiny steel. On the other side of the room from Max's cage was the large metal basin with the faucet.

The faucet dripped.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Each water drop pinged against the bottom of the sink, and Max's ears twitched with each ping. His throat burned for water.

Max hadn't thought of it much at the time, but in the days before Madame disappeared, she'd started to act strangely. Muttering of something coming. Something dangerous.

"Be prepared, Maxie," she'd told Max in that serious, grave tone of hers the night before she was gone. "There is a darkness on the horizon. I can feel it."

Max had been chewing on his red ball covered with nubs. "I don't feel anything," he'd said with the ball between his teeth. "Are you sure it's not just an old dog ache?"

Madame had barked a friendly laugh. "Of course I feel it 'cause I'm old, Maxie. Old dogs have smarter bones that creak and rattle when bad things are going to happen." Laughter leaving her voice, she added, "I don't know what it is yet. But when I find out, I'll tell you. Be safe, little Maxie."

And now Madame was gone.

Everyone was gone.

His dreams showed the darkness she spoke about, or at least how Max imagined it looked. And even though his body ached, he couldn't stop worrying about where she'd gone, or what her cryptic words meant for his family.

Because if Max knew one thing above all else, it was that his family would never abandon him for two weeks unless something or someone was keeping them from him.

If only he had a way out, then he could find his family himself. A wave of exhaustion rolled over Max, and he padded back to his blanket. He turned in a circle and began to lie down, his eyes already halfway closed.

And then he heard something: a rustling of plastic and a creak of hinges.

Max's eyes snapped wide open. He darted to the side of the kennel, stuck his snout through the chain-link fence, and sniffed deeply.

A stench of fur and musk met his nose. He saw the small cat door that led from Vet's examination room into the main house. It was swinging back and forth, as though something had just darted through it.

And Max could hear a clattering of claws atop the concrete floor.

"Hey!" Max barked. "Who's there?"

From across the room, a muffled voice barked, "Whoa!"

There was a great noise—a clanging and crashing as things fell and hit the floor somewhere out of sight.

A creature darted from behind the table and raced across the room, back toward the door, a latex glove covering its head.

"Stop!" Max yelped. "Please, I need help!"

The little creature skidded to a stop mere inches from the cat door. It shook its head until the latex glove flew off, letting Max get a good look at the animal.

It was a dog.

A very small dog—no bigger than Max had been as a puppy. For a moment he wondered if this was another Labrador puppy, but no, Max's limbs had been long when he was young, not like this little dog's short, stubby legs. The little dog's fur was also mostly a sleek black instead of the faded gold of Max's shaggier fur, and though both dogs had floppy ears, the ears on the smaller dog seemed much too big for his pointy little head.

Max lifted a paw and clung to the cage. "Please, can you help me?" he asked. "It's been days since Vet has been here. What happened?"

The other dog looked Max up and down with big, watery brown eyes that were surrounded by a pattern of brown fur. He tilted his head.

"Hey, you know if there's any kibble in here?"

Max's paw fell limp. That was the last thing he expected the dog to say.

"I don't know," Max said, unable to keep a pitiful whine out of his voice. "I'm hungry, too. And I need to find my people."

The little dog studied Max with one brow raised and his tail wagging slowly, seeming to take in Max's size. "You want food?" Looking away, the dog began to mutter to himself. "Of course he does. All anyone keeps asking about is food, food, food!" To Max, he said, "Well, tell you what—"

The dog stopped talking, and his ears flicked, hearing something that Max could not.

"Sorry, buddy!" the dog said as he began to back through the door. "Gotta run! Try to pinch the latch on the door. I've seen other dogs do it." And then the dog disappeared, the small cat door flapping behind him.

Max looked up at where the cage door met the pole that supported the fence. There was a gap there, enough space for Max to maybe stick his snout through.

Across the room, the faucet drip-drip-dripped. The water was so close, yet so horribly out of reach.

Max's chest swelled with determination. If the little dog wasn't going to help him, then he was going to have to help himself. He was going to get out of this smelly, horrible cage.

And he was going to find his family.

CHAPTER 2

PRISON BREAK


Opening the cage door was not as easy as Max had hoped.

Max leaped against the kennel's gate, his body hitting the chain link with a loud clang. He twisted his snout sideways and tried to force it up between the pole and the door, but the latch was too high and out of reach.

He dropped down onto the concrete, his eyes watering.

The little sausage-looking dog had made it sound so easy. And the latch itself did look simple enough. It reminded Max of chew toys he'd been given to gnaw on, just two little levers that he could bite and twist.

He could do it. He had to.

Max snorted in and out through his nostrils. The next effort was going to have to count. Tensing his hind legs, Max leaped.

His paws slammed against the chain link. The gate rattled. He bent his front paws, straining to hold himself up while his hind feet scrabbled against the concrete.

Eyes wide, he forced his snout between the door and the pole. It was a tight fit, the cool metal pressing against his gums as he opened his mouth wide. The taste of acrid metal met his tongue as his mouth wrapped around the latch.

He bit down.

Resistance. There was something in the latch, some sort of spring. Of course. Human hands would need to press down hard to open the door.

Max's whole body trembled. His paws started to slip. The pain as the chain link cut into his feet was intense. His instincts yelped at him, telling him to let go, to give up.

In Max's mind, he saw the laughing faces of Charlie and Emma, saw the pulsating darkness muddy and erase their features. The faucet dripped, the sound plinking cruelly.

Growling deep in his chest, Max clamped his jaws down on the latch as hard as he could.

And the kennel door swung open.

Max tumbled forward, his paws pulling free from the chain link. He plopped heavily against the concrete floor, and, for a moment, the wind was knocked out of him. Max lay there, his chest heaving up and down, his eyes unfocused. Above, the bright light of the fluorescents flared.

And then Max realized it: He was free.

Free.

"I'm out," he barked. "I'm out!" A surge of energy flooded his limbs, and Max rolled over onto his feet, his tail wagging, a blur of golden fur.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Water. Delicious, cool water. He could finally drink.

Max's head darted from side to side, catching his bearings. There, across the room. The giant basin where Vet filled the water dispensers and washed the smaller pets.

Max raced across the room and leaped up against the basin. He'd seen how Vet turned on the faucet. He pressed the lever down with his snout. So much easier than the latch on the cage.

Pipes groaned in the walls, and the end of the curved faucet let out a little gurgle. Then water. It gushed from the faucet, a strong, steady stream. It glittered in the light.

Max plunged his entire head under the faucet, letting the water slide off his pale fur and down his back. He pulled away, shook his head, and barked a laugh. Then he lapped out with his tongue, pulling the water down his throat, filling his stomach.

Soon he felt energy come back to him. His muscles surged with strength. His middle grew fat, bloated with water, but he didn't care.

Finally, when he knew he'd had his fill, Max dropped down and sat on the floor. His tongue lolled from his mouth as he panted a smile. His nose was wet, for the first time in days, and the sensation made him want to roll around on the ground and get his belly rubbed.

Only that couldn't happen. Because there were no people here.

The strange situation he was in came back to Max in a rush. He was alone. Abandoned. And he needed to find out why.

There was that other dog. The little, funny-looking one with the short legs and the long body. Maybe he could tell Max what was going on.

Max stood on all fours and turned from the basin. The water still gushed from the faucet, but he left it on. He never wanted that faucet to be turned off again.

"Hello?" Max barked. "Little dog, are you there?"

His barks echoed through the sterile, concrete room. No response.

Across the room, past the large examination table, was the door with the little cat flap at the bottom. Sounds drifted from beyond the flap, thumps and maybe the yelps of another animal. Max padded across the room. His brows lowered as he examined the little cat door. Clearly, he would never fit through it. He wasn't the biggest dog ever, but he was big, after all.

But his head was certainly cat-sized.

Max shoved his snout through the cat door and twisted his head to force it out. He got through as far as his shoulders but couldn't really turn to look to his left or right. All he could see was the wooden floor and plain wall of the hallway.

Sniffing, Max's nostrils picked up the scent of the little dog. The smell was excitable, urgent, and tinged with the meaty scent of kibble. Max could hear clearly now—there was a commotion going on down the hallway to his right. A scrabbling of claws against wood, thumps, and little yelps.

"Little dog?" Max barked. "Is that you? I got out of the kennel. I opened the latch like you said!"

No response. The sounds of struggle continued. Unable to turn his head, Max snorted in frustration and pulled his head back through the cat door.

Sitting on his haunches, Max craned back his head to study the door. Its handle was a flat lever, like the one in the sink, only this one was sideways.

Max jumped up and pressed his paws down on the door handle. There was a click, and the door creaked open. Easy! Sticking his snout between the door and the jamb, Max shoved with his head, and the door opened wide.

He padded out into the hallway, the floor changing from cold concrete to smooth wood. To the left, a bunch of doors like the one he'd just come through. To the right, a pale turquoise door that swung on hinges. Max recalled coming through it. On the other side was the waiting room where his people sat on chairs until a woman behind a desk told them it was their turn to see Vet.

The noises came from beyond the swinging door.

Head hung low, Max slunk down the hallway. The closer he got to the waiting room, the louder the sounds became.

Max pushed past the swinging door slowly. For a moment, he dared to hope that there would be people in the room beyond, loud people with cages holding cats and ferrets and birds, like there always were when his people brought him here.

But the waiting room was empty and dark.

Dingy daylight streamed through the narrow slats of closed blinds. The room smelled strange, like nervousness and sadness and—was that what he thought it was?

Yes. He smelled fear.

It felt strange to be in the room all by himself. Aside from the lack of people, everything looked normal. The chairs were all lined up neatly against the walls. The magazines on the end tables were fanned out, waiting to be read. The desk where the lady usually sat was neat and organized. Next to the doorway was a small red machine on a stand with a glass globe on top. Charlie and Emma often begged their parents for change to put inside to release brightly colored gum balls.
(Continues...)


Excerpted from The Last Dogs: The Vanishing by Christopher Holt, Greg Call. Copyright © 2013 Christopher Holt Greg Call. Excerpted by permission of Little, Brown Books for Young Readers.
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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 18, 2013

    It was really good

    I love this book it was very interestng. i know it might see like its copying warriors with the names and all, but the stoory line is completely differetnt. The only thing i dislike about this book is that it makes all the dogs like rotterwielers, pitbbulls, dobermens, and german shepherds (in most parts) the bad guys and those breeds of dogs are very mis understood by people, so :( on that but :) because i enjoyed the book!!

    8 out of 10 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 17, 2013

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    A lot of people say that Christopher Holt copied Erin Hunter's "Survivors" series, but that can't be true because the time in between the release dates was not enough time to write a whole book. VERY GOOD- would recommend.

    8 out of 9 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 6, 2012

    My 9 year old daughter loved reading this book, because it is ad

    My 9 year old daughter loved reading this book, because it is adventurous, mysterious, and kept her interested. She recommends this book to anyone who loves reading adventure and mystery books.

    8 out of 10 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 27, 2013

    DID NOT COPY SURVIVORS BY ERIN HUNTER!!!! THIS WAS OUT FIRST

    DID NOT COPY SURVIVORS BY ERIN HUNTER!!!!



    THIS WAS OUT FIRST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    5 out of 9 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 14, 2012

    WwwOoooWWWWWwww

    Best book ever one thing GET THE BOOK IN JUNE 2013 becase then when yuo finesh the end dis just the benning for a new book but ASOME TOLEY GET THIS BOOK

    BEST BOOK IV EVER RED

    5 out of 10 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 16, 2012

    AWEOME AWESOME

    I love the last dogs

    5 out of 11 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 2, 2013

    Amazing

    I thought it was a very good book!$

    4 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 20, 2013

    This is one journey that will keep you reading through the night!

    My review:Max is alone when all the people disapear.He knows his owners would never leave him behind on purpose,so he goes hunting for them.His search brings him new friends and more terrifying enemies than he knew existed.

    4 out of 8 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 23, 2013

    Argument

    This is so not like survivors! Erin hunter wrote survivors later anyway!

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 18, 2012

    H

    Oh yeh!

    3 out of 12 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 2, 2013

    Amazing Series

    I usually do not like to read series, because I find them completly boring. I love this series, it leaves you dying for the next book to come out. This is a good series for people who like adventure books. It is also a great book for dog lovers. I love this series!

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 23, 2013

    Great book

    Great adventure great charcters over all this book is AWESOME

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 24, 2013

    Awsome

    This does not,i repaet not copy the warriors sieris the warriors are differnt clans and this is only about three

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 28, 2013

    Mickey

    This is such a good book. I read the sample at first it eas awsome! Then i read yhe book and i fell in love with it i say you should read the last dogs. :)

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 25, 2013

    The best dog book ever

    This is an amazing book. Although some people may think this book copies the Warriors series,this book is its own idea and a great story about deterination,courage,loyalty,and friendship.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 23, 2013

    This is nit a copy.

    I read the reviews and sample and it is not a copy. Erin Hunter might have used this idea, but they both seem different. I might be wrong though, like I said, I have just read the sammple of both. Anyways, I think that this is better than Erin Hunter's.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 12, 2013

    Reply to awesomedogs -(i love the last dogs series)

    I think that erin hunter just likes to pledjurize others work because he is stupid. No offense. Because he failed to accomplish anything by trying to copy a work of art by an author so great, that no other book could beat it exept the Bible. I am amazed by the last dogs authors writing and literary skills. I think...i KNOW that this amazing author and the book series created by this master of writing, is an exellent example of a book to be read by young readers like me. I reccomend this to any 5th, or sixth grader and above. You will be on the edge of your seat so many times, that yu wont be able to stand all o the suspense. -ilovethelastdogsseries

    2 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 29, 2013

    Great

    This is awesome

    2 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 15, 2012

    Umm.

    This is a lot like Survivors by Erin Hunter....are you guys copying them or is this plot overused? :/

    2 out of 13 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 15, 2014

    Copying survivors

    Copying erin hunters survivors, people say erin hunter copyed this, but erin hunter wrote survivors first! So who copyed who? This came out AFTER survivors, so don't say erin hunter copyed this wanna be!!!


    !!!!!GO SURVIVORS!!!!!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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