TITLE: Wilson the Dalmatian: Victorian Carriage Dog
GENRE: Historical Fiction / MG
Wilson can't wait to leave.
A trip is in the air. He can sense it. He knew as soon as John began grooming the team of horses. The dark bay mare with two white socks stands gleaming. John works quickly. The gelding will soon be ready. Then they will go.
The team's harnesses hang on hooks. Wilson smells the leather, heavy with the scent of oil and sweat. Anne always says the smell reminds her of browned butter. Wilson thinks the harnesses smell better than butter. Butter is a treat, but the harnesses mean a trip. Wilson zooms around in circles at the thought.
Wilson stops in his tracks and snaps his attention toward Robert. Anne's brother is the best fetch-a-stick-thrower Wilson knows. Though John may throw farther, Robert never tires of the game.
A stick slices through the air over his head. Wilson dashes after it. He loves to play. Any game that involves running and jumping puts a wag in his tail.
Fetching is one of his favorite things to do, but even as he returns the stick and drops it at Robert's feet, he keeps a watchful eye on the horses. He cannot play all day. Like the horses, he has an important job to do. While the horses pull the family's carriage, Wilson is responsible for keeping his people safe.
Thank you for this opportunity,