Copyright
Title Page
Dedication
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
Fun Facts about Sparky’s Adventures in Tokyo
About the Author
CHAPTER 1
Clickety, clackety. Jingle, jangle.
My paws start bouncing. My tail starts wagging. I know what those sounds mean.
My Josh is home! He’s at the door!
I leap off the couch and run toward the door.
Whoops. My tail accidentally knocked something hard and clunky off the table.
Oops. My paws step right on that hard-and-clunky something.
Suddenly that big box against the wall turns on. The tiny two-legs inside the box start talking to me. Where did they come from?
I can’t think about that now. Josh is home. That’s all I can think about.
I run over and start scratching at the door. “Hurry, Josh!” I bark to him.
The clickety-clackety things keep jingle jangling at the door.
I keep scratching.
Jingle, jangle.
Scratchity, scratch, scratch.
The door opens. And there he is! My Josh.
My tail wags harder. “Josh!” I bark happily. “Josh! Jo—”
Wait a minute. Who’s that with Josh? It’s a girl two-leg. She’s been here before. She and Josh like to play catch in our backyard. Sometimes they let me play. But not always.
“Are you going to play with me today?” I bark to the girl two-leg. “Are you?”
“Sparky, stop!” Josh yells at me.
I don’t understand a lot of two-leg words. But I understand those two. So I stop barking.
Josh pets me on the head and starts talking to the girl two-leg. It sounds like, “Sophie. Blah, blah, blah. Sophie. Blah, blah, blah. Sophie.”
I think the two-leg must be called Sophie.
Sophie sits down on the couch. She smiles at Josh and says something that sounds like, “Josh, come.”
Josh walks over to her.
Then, Sophie pats the couch and says, “Sit.”
Josh sits beside her on the couch.
This is very strange. Usually Josh is the one who says things like come and sit. And I’m the one who comes and sits beside him. I do that because Josh is in charge of me. I wonder if Sophie is in charge of Josh?
Josh and Sophie sit on the couch for a long, long time. They say a lot of two-leg things I do not understand. They watch the teeny, tiny two-legs who live inside the box.
Then Sophie stands up. She says some more two-leg words. The only word I understand is go. And Josh goes—right toward the door.
Wow. I guess Sophie is in charge.
I start to follow Josh and Sophie outside. But Josh says, “Sparky, stay.”
Copyright
Title Page
Dedication
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
Fun Facts about Sparky’s Adventures in Tokyo
About the Author
CHAPTER 1
Clickety, clackety. Jingle, jangle.
My paws start bouncing. My tail starts wagging. I know what those sounds mean.
My Josh is home! He’s at the door!
I leap off the couch and run toward the door.
Whoops. My tail accidentally knocked something hard and clunky off the table.
Oops. My paws step right on that hard-and-clunky something.
Suddenly that big box against the wall turns on. The tiny two-legs inside the box start talking to me. Where did they come from?
I can’t think about that now. Josh is home. That’s all I can think about.
I run over and start scratching at the door. “Hurry, Josh!” I bark to him.
The clickety-clackety things keep jingle jangling at the door.
I keep scratching.
Jingle, jangle.
Scratchity, scratch, scratch.
The door opens. And there he is! My Josh.
My tail wags harder. “Josh!” I bark happily. “Josh! Jo—”
Wait a minute. Who’s that with Josh? It’s a girl two-leg. She’s been here before. She and Josh like to play catch in our backyard. Sometimes they let me play. But not always.
“Are you going to play with me today?” I bark to the girl two-leg. “Are you?”
“Sparky, stop!” Josh yells at me.
I don’t understand a lot of two-leg words. But I understand those two. So I stop barking.
Josh pets me on the head and starts talking to the girl two-leg. It sounds like, “Sophie. Blah, blah, blah. Sophie. Blah, blah, blah. Sophie.”
I think the two-leg must be called Sophie.
Sophie sits down on the couch. She smiles at Josh and says something that sounds like, “Josh, come.”
Josh walks over to her.
Then, Sophie pats the couch and says, “Sit.”
Josh sits beside her on the couch.
This is very strange. Usually Josh is the one who says things like come and sit. And I’m the one who comes and sits beside him. I do that because Josh is in charge of me. I wonder if Sophie is in charge of Josh?
Josh and Sophie sit on the couch for a long, long time. They say a lot of two-leg things I do not understand. They watch the teeny, tiny two-legs who live inside the box.
Then Sophie stands up. She says some more two-leg words. The only word I understand is go. And Josh goes—right toward the door.
Wow. I guess Sophie is in charge.
I start to follow Josh and Sophie outside. But Josh says, “Sparky, stay.”
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