light so that I had to feel my way to my bedroom.
Ugly was waiting for me in there. I put my arms around him and leant my head into his hairy side.
âDonât worry, boy,â I said, but those were just words. There was plenty to worry about, and Ugly knew it.
He licked my face and made snuffle sounds. I think he was saying, âIâm sad, too. But cheer up. Together we might just make it.â
Chapter Twenty-six
Well, the big test day is over, but I still donât know if Ugly and I have passed. Itâs eight oâclock at night and Iâm on my bed, writing this. Ugly and I are exhausted. Heâs curled up next to me. Mum, Dad, Grandad and Maggie are in the kitchen making a final decision.
In my head, Iâve been going through the tests Ugly and I did with Maggie, trying to figure out what sheâd be thinking now. There were definitely some wins, but there were also some bad moments. Maggie called them âunfortunateâ.
So Iâm trying to make a list of the good and the âunfortunateâ things that happened today. First off, we had to walk to the park. But to get to the park,
we had to pass Mrs Manchesterâs house. Was that tease of a ginger cat going to be there? Please, no.
But she was there â sitting up on the brick fence as if she owned the world. The look on Penelopeâs face seemed to say, âI bet you, Ugly, that you wonât be able to control yourself when you see me here!â
Sure enough, I could feel Ugly tense up on the leash. It would just be a couple of seconds before heâd rip free and take off. Maggie and I hadnât done any chasing cat lessons, and I couldnât count on Millyâs water pistol method, so I had to think for myself. I swung around to face Ugly so that I was between him and the cat. I gently pulled his leash upwards and at the same time lifted my hand above Uglyâs nose, as if I was going to rest a treat there.
âSit!â I said in a firm voice. I didnât think heâd obey, but Ugly slowly sat down, the way dogs do when they really donât want to. I slipped him a small treat, patted him, and told him he was good. Then I quickly looked over my shoulder.
The cat was still sitting there, and Iâm sure I saw a curtain in Mrs Manchesterâs front window lift and fall. She was spying. I wasnât going to let that woman and her smartypants cat wreck Uglyâs chances right at the start of his test. We couldnât stand there forever waiting for the cat to move, but if we walked past her, I knew Iâd lose control of Ugly.
The only thing left to do was to not walk past Mrs Manchesterâs house. But we couldnât retreat and go back home; that would be failing, too. We still had to get to the park. I gave a quick tug on Uglyâs leash and said, âWalk!â
I moved in a new direction, so that Ugly was walking away from the cat and towards the edge of the road, where I made him sit again. Then we crossed the road. We walked along the footpath on the other side of the road, past two houses, then I walked to the edge of the road, made Ugly sit again, and we crossed back again so we arrived just where the park was. Maggie was following, but she didnât say anything.
What happened in the park might also be a mixture of good and unfortunate. Iâm waiting to hear what Maggie will say about it. Maggie was asking me to make Ugly sit, stay, and come. He was doing it okay, but Mrs Manchester suddenly arrived. She was holding a little boyâs hand. He looked about four years old. He climbed onto a swing and Mrs Manchester started to push him. Ugly rushed across to play with the boy. The boy laughed happily as Ugly showed off by running about in little circles. I walked across and held onto Ugly so that the boy could pat him.
âThis is my grandson Jack,â said Mrs Manchester.
âHello, Jack,â I said. âThis is my