Angus is black and white and strong. Sadie is reddish brown and white and small. "They don't look much alike," says Missus. "They don't act much alike," says Mister. Angus and Sadie are brother and sister. Angus is bigger. He is a good, brave, and clever dog -- and he likes that. Sadie isn't as quick to learn -- or to obey. When cats jump at her, she yelps and runs away. Angus thinks that means she's scared of everything. But Sadie isn't so sure that's true. Newbery Medalist Cynthia Voigt's story of border collie puppies growing up on a farm in Maine is for animal lovers of all ages, and for anyone who's ever had -- or wondered what it would be like to have -- a brother or sister just like themselves, but very, very different.

Cynthia Voigt is a former teacher and the author of more than twenty books, including the Newbery Medal winner Dicey's Song and A Solitary Blue, a Newbery Honor Book

How Mister and Missus want a dog and decide to find one	p. 1
How Angus and Sadie get in trouble and learn their way around, and how Angus is a hero	p. 21
How both dogs visit the vet, Angus is better at being trained, and Sadie isn't a fetcher	p. 43
How Angus knows best and everyone is weird	p. 65
How Missus, Angus, and Sadie harvest blueberries, while Mister harvests hay and Fox harvests a rat	p. 86
How Sadie meets a skunk, dances with light, and locates two sheep	p. 99
How it's fall, and Thanksgiving	p. 117
How it's snow, not Snowing, and then Christmas	p. 132
How it's Sadie who is the hero	p. 145
How Angus feels when Sadie is the hero	p. 161
How everybody knows something but nobody knows everything, and it's not a race	p. 180
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Angus and Sadie

Chapter One

How Mister and Missus
want a dog and decide to find one

Mister and Missus lived on a farm in Maine. The farm was called the Old Davis Place, because it had belonged to Mister's grandfather. When Old Mr. Davis died, he left the entire farm to his grandson, young Mr. Davis, and the farm kept its name.

The Old Davis Place was a big farm, one hundred and thirty-seven acres of woods and pastures and fields. It backed up against the mountains, so the farm had also some wide stony meadows, which in midsummer were covered with wild blueberries. Two streams ran down from the western mountains, crossing the farm on their way to a distant lake. The streams dug steep ravines out of the hills, and gulleys, too, before they joined together in the woods to make one slower, broader stream that meandered across the lower, flatter pastures and fields.

Mister and Missus raised sheep for wool and chickens for eggs. They kept two Guernsey cows, named Bethie and Annie after queens of England, for milk and butter and sometimes cheese. They planted alfalfa and hay, soybeans and feed corn in their fields. They grew vegetables in a big garden behind the house, and Missus also kept a few flower beds at the front. What they didn't need for themselves, they sold at a summer farm stand at the end of the driveway: vegetables and eggs and sometimes fresh butter. The alfalfa, hay, and corn that they didn't store for winter feed, they sold at the farmer's cooperative in town, as well as wool when they had it. All of the soybeans were sold at the cooperative; the soybeans were their cash crop.

Of course, there were cats on the farm. A farm needs cats. There were two barn cats, and they were hunters. They caught mice and rats, the occasional squirrel, and even the odd unlucky bird. A sleepy marmalade cat named Patches lived in the house, to catch the house mice.

Mister and Missus had sheep, cows, chickens, and cats, but they didn't have a dog. Sometimes they wondered if they might want one. So, one winter day, they went to the library and took out several books to learn about different breeds. They both read the books, and then on the long winter evenings while Missus cut squares of patterned cloth for a quilt and Mister sharpened the rototiller blades, they talked about the kind of dog they would want, if they wanted a dog.

Mister said, "I could train a dog to help herd the sheep and to find the milk cows when they wander off. A dog would keep the chickens safe from foxes and coyotes. The books say that border collies are easy to train, and they like to work hard."

Missus said, "A dog would keep deer out of my vegetable garden and raccoons out of the garbage. A dog would be company for me when you are away all day. The books say that border collies like being with people."

So it was decided. "We definitely need a dog and probably a border collie," Mister said.

"But a purebred dog is awfully expensive and, besides, I like mongrels. I like what happens when different breeds have mixed together to make something new.""It looks like a border collie mongrel would be the perfect dog."

"Let's go to the animal shelter," Missus suggested.

"Not until spring, though. Not until we've moved the sheep out of their pen and up to the spring pasture."

"All right. In spring, we'll get our dog," said Missus.

At the animal shelter, the puppies lived in one big pen by the door, fourteen puppies from eight different litters, all together, all day long, all night long.

It was wonderful for those puppies to be in a big pen with so many friends to chew on and chase after and fight with over the heavy pieces of rope tied in thick knots. For each of them, it was like having thirteen brothers and sisters to sleep in a big warm pile with. And what could be better than thirteen brothers and sisters?

"As it happens, Mr. and Mrs. Davis," the attendant said, "four of our puppies are half border collie. Their father is a registered border collie named Joss and the mother is a shepherd mix, one of your typical mongrels -- a good pet, gentle, and she loves children."

"We don't have children," Mister said.

"But we have friends who do," Missus said.

The attendant went on, "The three black-and-white males are from that litter, and there is one female. She's the sorrel -- that reddish brown one with a cast on her rear leg. Take a look. You can tell the border collies by their coats and their ears and the way they stare. Border collies really stare, and right at you." The attendant looked at his clipboard. "Let me tell you about the shots the puppies have had, and we also require you to have them neutered or spayed." He held out a piece of paper.

But Mister and Missus had stopped paying attention to the attendant and started paying attention to the puppies.

They walked over to the pen and leaned over the wire to get closer. When the puppies caught sight of Mister and Missus, all fourteen of them rushed to greet them, from the biggest (one of the three male part border collies) to the smallest (the little reddish brown female border collie mix, who had a white nose, white paws, and a no-longer-white cast on one rear leg). The puppies ran as fast as they could up to the fence, stumbling over their own feet and one another's feet, too. They rushed to push their noses above the fence and smell the excitement.

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