Arf: A Bowser and Birdie Novel

by Spencer Quinn


Scholastic Press
May 2017


Fiction
Ages 8 – 12 . Grades 3 – 7

Lexile measure: 580L

DRA: 50

Guided Reading: V


Why would anyone break into 19 Gentilly Lane? That's where the Gaux family lives, and everyone knows they have nothing worth stealing. More important, the house is usually guarded by Birdie Gaux's dog, Bowser, a large and handsome fellow with a big set of sharp teeth.

Now Birdie is looking worried and Bowser is on the trail of something rotten. Who was behind the break in? Why is a girl with green hair asking odd questions about what happened to Birdie's dad, a policeman who was killed in the line of duty years ago? Worst of all, why is the whole town starting to stink of limeade aftershave and CAT?!?

The death of Birdie's father may be a cold case, but Bowser can tell it's heating up fast. Someone is coming after Birdie and her family, and Bowser must be ready to protect them from anything. Even that awful cat.
Spencer Quinn

Spencer Quinn is the author of the New York Times bestselling Chet and Bernie mystery books and the stand-alone novel The Right Side, both for adults. His novels for kids include the New York Times bestselling Bowser and Birdie novel, Woof, and the follow-up, Arf, as well as the Edgar Award-nominated Echo Falls series. Spencer lives with his wife, Diana, and dogs, Audrey and Pearl, on Cape Cod, Massachusetts.

TODO - RELATED RESOURCES

--- - ! 'The door hung crooked from the top hinge, the wood splintered right off the bottom one. My mood, which had been sky-high, began to change. Who was in charge of security at 19 Gentilly Lane? Me! So what was our door doing like this? I barked one of my short sharp barks, just getting my feelings out there. Then came a surprise, and not a good one: I picked up the scent of cat. Cat scent is one of the strongest scents out there, impossible to miss. A cat had been--and maybe still was at this very moment--inside our house? Don''t there have to be some limits in this life? The next thing I knew I was running from room to room, head down, tail up, on high alert.'