Arthur and the Guard Dog

I’m Arthur and I’m seven, and the other day at Picket Lake, Grandpa and I found a dog: a great big, hairy, grey and white dog. As it was really friendly and it looked a bit lost, we took it home with us. I wanted to keep him, of course. But how were we ever going to persuade Grandma? Luckily, Cousin Eugene had a cunning plan…

These are witty stories full of understated humour and populated by quirky yet recognisable characters, and narrated by Arthur who has the rational worldview that comes exclusively from being seven-years-old.