Just Ryan

Lindalee

Description

Angel has a habit of meeting everyone. She is one social little doggie. And then, the day came when the empty house next door became a home for a soon-to-be best friend. His name was Ryan. Communication was a “woof, woof” over the neighboring fence to a soft voice asking to see “Angel”. Dad came up with an idea and cut a hole in the fence so they could talk easier. From that day on, Angel and Ryan would communicate regularly and more than often see each other after that. Soon Tracey discovered that Ryan had a learning challenge. Tracey picked up on it right away. Fortunately, Tracey and her best friends other than Angel, Nancy Ann, and Sarah had already formed the ‘Girls Club’. Those three girls and Angel were always getting into something. Adventure was their middle name, but being the best students, the girls were always looking for new tasks. Then, along came Ryan. He needed a community of friends...especially ones, who would support him on so many levels. And then there was Angel. A little dog, a neighbor, a best buddy who would do anything for his new friend. She was up for any chore that was given to her. Angel was open to making people happy. She loved her friends and now Ryan was her newest friend.

Sujets

• Jeunesse Aventure
• Action
• Adventure
• General
• Animals
• Dogs
• General officer
• Dog
• Juvenilee Fiction

Informations

• Publié par: Outskirts Press
• Date de parution: 14 avril 2023
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781977237385
• Langue: English

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Just Ryan All Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2023 Lindalee v2.0
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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This book is dedicated to one of the nicest and bravest young men I know.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
WORKS CITED
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20
CHAPTER 21
CHAPTER 22
CHAPTER 23
CHAPTER 24
CHAPTER 25
CHAPTER 26
CHAPTER 27
CHAPTER 28
CHAPTER 29
CHAPTER 30
CHAPTER 31
CHAPTER 32
CHAPTER 33
CHAPTER 34
CHAPTER 35
CHAPTER 36
CHAPTER 37
CHAPTER 38
CHAPTER 39
CHAPTER 40
CHAPTER 41
CHAPTER 42
CHAPTER 43
CHAPTER 44
CHAPTER 45
CHAPTER 46
CHAPTER 47
CHAPTER 48
CHAPTER 49
CHAPTER 50
CHAPTER 51
CHAPTER 52
CHAPTER 53
CHAPTER 54
CHAPTER 55
CHAPTER 56
CHAPTER 57
CHAPTER 58
IT IS NEVER THE END
Other books written by Lindalee Ausejo are:
Nothing is All Right
Days of Camp Sugar Pine
Overeasy
My Angel, My Heart
WORKS CITED
Katherine Flannery, "A Kid's Guide to Manners", Rockridge Press, Emeryville, CA, 2018

Jennifer Cook O'Toole, "The Asperkid's Book of Social Rules", Jessica Kingsley Publishers, London, UK, 2013
CHAPTER 1
I PEEKED OVER the armrest of the little Victorian love seat by the beveled glass window in our front door…a very big truck backed into the driveway of the house next door. A very big truck. My eyelids flickered open wider now. Something exciting was going on. I was sure of that.
The house had been vacant for some time waiting for someone to move in. I wondered if they would have another little dog just like me. Maybe, a bigger one. It would be nice to have another dog in the community. Especially, next door. There was room for many kinds of dogs…even though we had lots of them already. Tracey, my best friend, said we had a very diverse community; we were one of the lucky ones.

"Woof! Woof! Tracey, where are you?" I jumped off the love seat and ran down the stairs to our bedroom. No Tracey. I ran back upstairs into the kitchen. No Tracey. No Mother or Dad. I went out my little door through the French Doors, downstairs into the backyard.
"Woof! Woof!" I was so excited! They were all in the garden. I had fallen asleep on the love seat and did not know they were in our backyard. I ran over to Tracey, jumping up and down to get her attention. I ran around in circles many times over. Mom and Dad laughed. Petunia, who was our adopted chicken was curled up by Tracey. She was often following me around everywhere but she didn’t care to hang out by the front door.
"What’s up, Angel? You look happy. Is someone here? Let’s go find out. Lead the way, Sweet Pea."
I ran back up the steps into the kitchen with Tracey following. Mother and Dad behind us.
"Well, look at that! Someone is moving in next door, Angel," said Tracey. For the past few weeks, work had been going on inside the house. They had been making all kinds of noises like cutting wood and busting glass. Trucks and people had been coming and going. I had wondered what was happening. But Mom and Dad said they were making changes to the house before the family moved in.
"Well Angel, it looks like the family will be here soon. We will find out if you have another dog friend. We will wait until we see the family before we go over there. Mother, have you heard anything yet?"
"No Tracey, let’s be a bit more patient."
"Woof! Woof!" I said, wagging my tail furiously. I was so happy thinking about another new friend.
"See, even Angel agrees with me," said Mother.
Now I am normally a patient dog. Once I learned something or when I was told something, I would sit there watching my humans until they told me something else to chew on or rather think about. I would sit there for any amount of time it took for them to give me more information. My eyes never left their faces. If more than five minutes, I would lie down with my head on the floor and not move.
My family understood that I was curious. I was analytical. I wanted to know everything about everyone.
Right now, I was thinking about how much I loved where we lived. Our community was full of dogs of every color, age, size, and kind. We all got along. Sometimes, when Tracey and I went for our early morning walks, we would meet as many as nine dogs at one intersection. We all checked each other out, gave each other a sniff, and went on our way with our humans. No matter how much we liked and respected each other, we were still closer to our humans. I couldn’t live without Tracey. She was my heart. And I was her heart. We would do anything for each other.
But today the humans were bringing furniture into the big house next door. It was fun watching from our front door window. I rested my head again on the arm of the Victorian Love Seat and simply stared. Now, I must admit that I may have dozed off several times because it seemed like it took a long time. I didn’t even leave the Love Seat to have a bite to eat at lunchtime.
"Angel, you need to come away from the door now. You have been watching long enough. Let’s go for a walk and we can stroll by their house." I jumped off the Love Seat and stood up on my hind legs allowing Tracey to put my vest on and attach my leash to it. I was excited and started pulling Tracey out the door. Petunia followed with her vest and leash on.
We walked over to the big truck and I peeked inside. Not much left to carry into the house. I still did not see a family. Disappointed, we walked down the street, staying on the sidewalk. I stopped periodically and looked back at that truck. It was still there.
"It’s okay Angel. They will come soon. Remember, I am always telling you to be patient. Being patient is a virtue and you know I always want you to be at your best."
And with that, we continued our walk around the block where I stopped many times to smell this and smell that. Talking about being patient…Tracey really is. She knew how important my smelling was to me.
But now I couldn’t wait to get back to our home. I wanted to see if our new neighbors had moved in as yet.
The truck had gone. There was no one around. No people. No dog. I sat down and looked at the empty house. No sounds. It was a bit sad. I did not like to see an empty house. There was no life. Petunia sat next to me.
"Come on Sweetheart. We will see someone soon but on another day. Let’s call Nancy Ann and Sarah to see about going down to our clubhouse today."
Our clubhouse was exclusive to the ‘Girls Club’ which included Tracey’s best friends Nancy Ann, Sarah, and of course, me.
I would have to wait for the day our new neighbors moved in. Maybe, I could help them. I often helped my Parents and Tracey around the house and the yard.
And with that in the back of my thoughts, I anxiously waited for Sarah and Nancy Ann to come over so we could go down to the clubhouse. I wanted Tracey to share the news of our new neighbors, even though we hadn’t seen them as yet.
CHAPTER 2
FOR THE NEXT two days, I waited by the front door looking through the beveled glass window. I rarely left that spot. Tracey allowed me to be the watchdog. I think my family was also curious. So now, it was my responsibility to let them know when our new neighbors arrived.
Then it happened! A blue car pulled into their driveway. One car even though it was a two-car garage. A woman got out of the car. And a young boy.
I stretched my neck looking for a dog. Any kind of a dog. There was no dog. There was no cat. Not even a birdcage. I was so disappointed. But maybe, more of the family would come later.
I jumped off the loveseat and found Tracey downstairs studying in our bedroom. She was working on school work. Petunia was next to her laying in one of my beds.
"Hey, Angel, what’s up? Is something happening next door?"
"Woof! Woof!" Hurry up, Tracey! "Woof! Woof!" I ran around the room in circles and started back up the stairs. Tracey followed.
"Angel, I don’t see anyone. Just that blue car. Are you sure it belongs to the family? Maybe, it belongs to the realtor?"
"Woof! Woof! Woof!" No! No! No! It belongs to the family!
"Okay, you’re right! Let’s give them a day and we will go over there tomorrow to visit them. Maybe, Mother will make some cookies and we can take the cookies to them as a welcoming gift."
"Woof! Woof!" That’s good! I then ran out to the kitchen to find Mother.
"Well Angel, you are excited! Did our new neighbors move in? What can I do for you?" asked Mother.
Tracey came into the kitchen. "I think she is asking you to make some cookies for us to take over there tomorrow. Maybe, some of our favorite oatmeal-raisin cookies?"
"Well, that is a very good idea," responded Mother. "I will make them after lunch. Will that be good for you, Angel?"
"Woof! Woof!" And with that, I ran back to the front door window to watch and see if a second car would