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Dogwart’s: Trouble, trouble, trouble


Dogwarts headerSmall Poodle at Large | Harper B. | Dogwart'sI finally have time to tell you about what happened when coach pulled me into her office. I had just made an announcement over the microphone at Quidditch practice about Hairy Pawter and Chase taking midnight joyrides on the Hippogriff. Madam Pooch revealed their little secret while demonstrating a water bowl reading for me during detention. Honey and I felt betrayed, so I couldn’t wait to get back at Chase and Hairy. I guess I should have checked my facts and made sure I had all my bones in a row first.

After my rather public announcement during practice, Coach led me across the field. I followed, tail between my legs. To my surprise, instead of entering her hut, she continued prancing toward Dogwart’s castle, through a maze of stone hallways, and into a huge room with a ceiling so high it seemed the windows arched to the sky. The chamber was completely empty, save for five dog beds at the center, laid out in a circular formation.

Coach motioned for me to take a seat, so I sniffed a bed, dug a little bit, and circled three times before making myself comfortable. She sat directly across from me, looking more worried than angry. During this entire time, she hadn’t barked a word. I thought about making small talk, but just as I was deciding whether that was a good idea, a loud echo spread through the room as a door opened somewhere behind me, followed by the sound of three sets of paws coming toward us. To my surprise, Hairy Pawter and Chase each seated themselves on a bed, followed by a black dog with white facial markings that spread up her nose, then arched like a fountain over her eyebrows.

"Isis is the first Auror dog I've ever met. She is quite impressive."
“Isis is the first Auror dog I’ve ever met. She is quite impressive.”

“Harper, this is the Auror, Isis,” Coach barked matter of factly. My ears pricked up. If Coach didn’t have my attention before, she certainly did now. To tell you the truth, even though I know it’s rude, it was hard not to stare at Isis. The Auror licked her lips and began. “Hairy Pawter and Chase haven’t been taking Hippogriff joyrides, Harper, they were asked to help me monitor, well, a certain unpleasant situation that has arisen here at Dogwart’s.”

I looked over at Hairy Pawter and Chase, giving them each a tentative wag. Maybe they hadn’t left Honey and I out on purpose after all.

“We were trying to keep it all under wraps, but with Madam Pooch’s partially correct water bowl revelation, you have unfortunately become involved.”

Isis was looking at me intently. She walked slowly over to my dog bed, circled the perimeter, all the time sniffing slowly and vigorously. I felt as if she could smell my thoughts.

“But I like to be involved,” I tried to bark helpfully.

Isis let out a low growl, and Coach harrumphed.

“She does have the sight,” Isis said.

“But she’s just a poodle,” was Coach’s response. Well, that took me down a notch. “And she only weighs nine pounds. She’s a toy.”

Coach and the Auror continued debating back and forth.

“She’s got chutzpah.”

“She’s foolish and doesn’t think before she barks.”

“She can be trained. And no one would suspect her of working with us.”

Finally, Coach had no response. I puffed up a little.

Then they all turned to me, deadly serious expressions on their faces. “Harper, watch the center of the circle.” Isis cast a spell with her tail, and a holographic image of the most terrifying dog I’ve ever seen appeared before us. It had the eyes of a serpent, and it looked right at me. I couldn’t help it, I started to shake.

"The Dementor Dog was a poodle. It was almost too horrible to comprehend."
“The Dementor Dog was a poodle. It was almost too horrible to comprehend.”

“What is it?” I managed.

“That, Harper, is a Dementor-Dog.”

“Oh, my God, I said…It’s a poodle.” And then, I’m embarrassed to say, I fainted on the spot.

Dogwart’s: Herbology for Hounds


Small Poodle at Large | Harper B. | Dog Blog | Dogwart's HeaderSmall Poodle at Large | Harper B. | Dogwart'sDuggles! The new term at Dogwart’s has started. I was so busy with the holidays, I never told you about what happened with Hairy Pawter’s midnight Hippogriff joy rides or when coach called me into her office. I’ll get to all of that, but first I want to tell you about what happened this morning.

One of our new classes is Hounds and Herbology. We Ravenpaws get to take this class with the Hufflepups; I’m so relieved to have a break from the Slytherhounds. Well, when Professor Bark marched in, we all stared at her in amazement. She is green from her nose to the tip of her tail, even her fur, which is covered with a long cape that looks just like a lawn.

"Professor Bark's grass cape is so amazing...I just hope I don't get the urge to mark it."
“Professor Bark’s grass cape is so amazing…I just hope I don’t get the urge to mark it.”

“Welcome to Herbology for Hounds,” she announced. “Follow me to the planting area.” We all pranced along behind her to a large plot of fresh dirt. Honey and I sat beside each other while we waited for directions.

“I’d like you all to work in groups of three,” the Professor continued. A small apricot poodle pranced over to us. “I’m Jewel…from the Hufflepup house.” She smelled good, so we wagged and sniffed, and got to know each other.

“Today we are going to work with Horehound. This herb is a cleansing lung tonic, very good for chest colds and to help restore your bark should you lose it.” The Professor brought out a tray of small leafy green plant stems. “We will be planting these cuttings in the garden, then casting growing spells so they take root and grow immediately.” I glanced at Honey and wagged. With the holiday vacation, it had been a while since we were allowed to practice magic.

It turns out, we were all very good at digging holes. There was dirt flying everywhere, and in a matter of minutes, the whole area was ready for planting. A number of dogs, perhaps myself included, were pulling bones out of their back pockets to bury in the holes. “Pups! We’re not here to bury your loot. Remove those bones immediately, place a clipping into your hole, and dig the dirt back into place.” We all followed directions this time. Then came the good part.

“Now for the growing spell.” We all wagged. You might remember, at Dogwart’s we cast spells with our tails, because we’re all too tempted to chew the wands. Professor Bark demonstrated the proper flick of the tail for the growing spell. “First like this,” she barked, “and the roots take hold.” We saw the horehound she was working on begin to perk up. “Then, wind your tail up and point just so. If you cast correctly, your plant will grow.” As Professor Bark completed the spell, the Horehound stems widened and stretched, and the plant slowly bloomed with beautiful green leaves.

What happened next really wasn’t my fault. It was Honey’s. Our rooting spells had gone splendidly, but just as I was taking a turn with the growing spell, Honey barked, “Look, Harper, here comes Hairy Pawter and Chase!” I lost my concentration and started to wag just as I cast the spell. Unfortunately, the spell landed on Jewel. The next thing I knew, she had sprouted!

"I felt really bad about accidentally growing a plant on Jewel. At least the leaves were healthy and green."
“I felt really bad about accidentally growing a plant on Jewel. At least the leaves were healthy and green.”

When Professor Bark turned and saw Jewel, she howled, “And who did this?” Honey put her tail between her legs. “I suppose someone wagged while casting?” she continued.

“Yes, Professor,” I admitted.

“You’ll be fine, Jewel. Now off to the veterinary department of the hospital wing for you. They may need to use a muggle artifact to give you a good mowing, but it shouldn’t hurt at all. You’ll be back to yourself in no time.”

“Honey and I will go with you,” I volunteered.

Jewel looked at me like she didn’t know if that was a good idea. I really can’t blame her.


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