�I still think the blue lead was better,� Adam said, staring down at Lucky�s new lead with his arms folded and a sulky expression on his face.

�No, red looks lovely with his fur. If you hadn�t spent all your pocket money on sweets, you could have bought the new lead!� Georgia pointed out. �This is Lucky�s first proper walk. Do you want Mum to say we can�t go because we�re fighting? She will, you know!�

�Oh, all right�� Adam muttered. Then he grinned at his twin sister. �I don�t think you�re going to be able to get the lead on him anyway!�

Lucky, Georgia and Adam�s cocker spaniel puppy, was dancing around Georgia�s feet, squeaking and yipping with excitement.

�Lucky, keep still!� Georgia giggled, trying to hook the lead on to his collar. �Look, we won�t ever get to go on the walk if you won�t let me clip this on!�

�Are you two ready yet?� Mum came into the hallway. �Where are we going for this special walk?�

�The park!�

�The woods!�

Georgia and Adam spoke at the same time, and Mum sighed. �I think Adam�s probably got the best idea this time, Georgie. The woods might be a bit tiring for Lucky on his first big walk. The paths are so narrow, and there�s lots of scrambling over fallen trees and things. Let�s get him used to something easier first.�

Georgia sighed. �I suppose so. I bet he�ll love the woods when he�s a bit bigger, though. Oooh!� Quickly she clipped the lead on to Lucky�s collar, while the puppy was distracted, looking at Mum. �There! Now we�re ready!�

Lucky pulled excitedly at the new lead, twirling himself round Georgia�s ankles. He had been on a lead before, for his trips to the vet and the puppy parties he�d been to, to get used to other dogs, but it was still very exciting. He could feel that Georgia and Adam were excited about something too, and he couldn�t stop jumping up and down.

Adam and Georgia had got Lucky two months before, as a joint ninth birthday present. They had been trying to persuade their parents to get a dog for ages, but Mum and Dad had only just decided that they were old enough. Luckily, Georgia and Adam had agreed that they would really love a spaniel � one of their friends at school, Max, had a gorgeous black cocker spaniel called Jet, and they both loved to play with him when Max�s mum brought him to pick up Max after school.

Georgia and Adam�s mum had asked where Jet had come from, and Max�s mum had given her the name of the cocker spaniel breeder. She told them the puppies were all properly looked after and used to children. But when Georgia and Adam�s mum rang up, there was only one ten-week-old puppy left, and no new litter was expected for ages. So the whole family had driven straight round to see him.

At first, all they could see was the puppy�s mum, lying on a fluffy blanket. She was the most beautiful golden and white spaniel, with the longest, silkiest ears they�d ever seen.

�Oh wow�� Georgia breathed. �Can we stroke her?�

Lara, the breeder, nodded. �Just gently though. You have to be careful with mother dogs when they�ve got their puppies with them.�

Adam frowned. �But she hasn�t � I can�t see a puppy!�

Georgia grabbed his hand. �Look!� she said in an excited whisper. �I�ve just spotted him � he�s fast asleep, snuggled up right next to her. He�s gorgeous!�

Adam leaned over. �I thought that was his mum�s tail,� he admitted. �He�s really cute. And tiny!�

Lara laughed. �You should have seen him when he was born. He isn�t really that small, to be honest I think his mum�s sitting on him.�

Georgia knelt down to get a closer look. �Yes, she is. Doesn�t he mind?�

�No, he�s all warm and cosy. He likes being the only pup left, it means he gets all the attention, from his mum and us lot. He�s going to want loads of cuddles if you take him home.�

Adam and Georgia exchanged grins. That sounded perfect.

Just then, the little dog sighed, yawned and opened his eyes. He looked round at his mother and wriggled his bottom indignantly to tell her to get off. Then he heaved himself up and peered round, his tail wagging shyly. Who were all these people staring at him?

�Oh, he�s so beautiful�� Georgia whispered, then turned to her mum and dad. �Look at him, isn�t he perfect?�

He really was like a perfect mini version of his mum, curly ears and all. He was golden and white, with pretty white patches on his back and a scatter of sweet brownish-gold spots around his shiny black nose. His eyes were nearly black too, and very bright and curious-looking, topped off with long whiskery eyebrows that made him look like a little old man.

Everyone had agreed that he was the perfect puppy, and Lara had said that they could come back and take him home the very next day. It was a few weeks before Georgia and Adam�s birthday, but they didn�t mind having their present early. As Georgia pointed out the following day, as they carefully carried the puppy out of Lara�s house to put him into the new pet carrier in the back of the car, they were lucky to have him at all. If they had waited any longer, there might not have been any puppies left.

�And he�s lucky to have us, too,� Adam said. �I bet he wouldn�t have liked anybody else as much. Oof!� He laughed, and wiped off a smear of lick, as the puppy gave him a wet dog-kiss across his chin.

�That�s what we should call him!� Georgia said suddenly. �Lucky! It�s exactly right!�

Soon Adam and Georgia couldn�t imagine not having Lucky. He was very friendly, and played endless games of chase and fetch with them in the garden. He loved running so much that he�d bound up and down, and then just suddenly flop down on the grass and fall asleep, absolutely worn out. Georgia called it his �off button�; it made her burst out laughing every time.

But although Lucky loved chasing about the garden, Adam and Georgia had learned that cocker spaniels shouldn�t really go for proper walks until they were about four or five months old. Adam had read it in the book they�d bought, and on a special cocker spaniels website. Georgia hadn�t believed him at first.

�Why not?� she�d demanded.

Adam had shrugged. �It says they love long walks when they�re older � lots of long walks � but you mustn�t wear them out too much when they�re little. Just exercise in the garden.�

Now that they had Lucky, Georgia could understand why both the website and the book had suggested it. Lucky was still quite a small dog, but he was getting heavy. If they�d gone on a long walk and he�d switched off like he did when they were playing, he�d be a real armful to carry all the way home. But now he was nearly five months old he wasn�t getting nearly so tired, and Mum and Dad agreed that he was ready for a proper walk, just so long as they were careful not to go too far.

Luckily, the park was close enough that they�d be able to carry the puppy home if he did get really worn out.

Adam opened the front door, and Lucky sniffed the air outside. The front garden smelled different to the back � more cars, and there was definitely a cat hanging around somewhere. He looked up at Georgia hopefully. Were they going out?

She laughed at his eager little face. �Come on!�

Adam ran down the path to open the gate, and Lucky gave an excited squeak.

�Try and remember not to let him pull!� Mum called, as she locked the front door and hurried after them. Georgia and Adam had started going to puppy obedience classes soon after they brought Lucky home. They�d spent a lot of time working on walking to heel, but Lucky was so excited at going somewhere new that there wasn�t much chance of him doing that now.

�Oh, yes.� Georgia quickly grabbed a dog treat out of her pocket, and held it in front of Lucky�s nose, moving it back so that he was standing by the side of her leg, as she�d practised in the puppy obedience classes. Then she walked on down the path, and gave Lucky the treat as he trotted nicely alongside her.

�We can run with him in the park, though, can�t we?� Adam asked Mum. �I don�t mean we�ll let him off the lead, I know he�s not old enough for that. But can we run fast with him?�

�Of course you can!� Mum smiled. �It�s just best to try and keep him sensible on the way there. Mind you, we can�t expect Lucky to be perfect, it�s all so different from our garden at home.�

But Lucky had stopped wanting to dance about anyway. He was far too busy for that. When he�d gone out before, to puppy training and visits to friends in the car, he�d always been carried. There was so much more to see down at nose level now! To see and thoroughly sniff.

Georgia giggled as they stopped at the seventh lamp post � still in their road. �You know, if we want to be back by dinner time, I�m not sure we�re going to make it to the park!��

They only made it just inside the park gates on that first walk, before Lucky started to drag on his lead and look up hopefully for a lift. Georgia and Adam took it in turns to carry the weary puppy home.

But over the next few weeks, a short walk every day soon stretched to two short walks, and then a quick run round the houses before breakfast and a proper walk after school, in the park or the woods. By the time Georgia and Adam broke up for the summer holidays, walks were his absolute favourite thing.

They celebrated the beginning of the holidays by taking a picnic tea with them to the woods. It was a gorgeous hot day, perfect for a long expedition. Mum took a folding chair, so she could sit down with a book while Georgia, Adam and Lucky raced around the woods, shouting and calling and playing hide and seek among the tree roots.

Lucky adored the woods. They were full of amazing smells, good places to dig, and sticks that Georgia and Adam could throw for him to chase. He had an extending lead now, as no one was sure about letting him run free just yet. But the absolute best thing about the woods was that they were full of squirrels. Lucky adored squirrels. They were fast, and they smelled interesting, and they bounced up and down when they scampered along. He was desperate to catch one. He�d never got anywhere near, but he wasn�t giving up hope. And there was a squirrel now�

Adam raced behind Lucky, laughing as the puppy pulled the lead out to its full length and galloped down the path, ears flapping as if he was about to take off. The squirrel was a plump, bushy-tailed one, and it wasn�t scared. It seemed to keep looking back to see how close the puppy was getting.

�Adam!� Georgia yelled worriedly. �Don�t let him catch it! He�ll hurt it! Or it might scratch him!�

But Adam was too far away to hear � or he just wasn�t listening, Georgia thought crossly as she dashed after them. She really didn�t want Lucky to hurt the squirrel.

But when she caught up with Adam and Lucky, she saw she needn�t have worried. Adam was leaning against a tree, panting, and Lucky was jumping up and down and scrabbling at the trunk, whimpering.

The squirrel was sitting on a branch halfway up, squeaking and chittering as though it was telling Lucky off.

�Didn�t you hear me yelling?� Georgia demanded. �What do you think he�d do if he caught it?�

Adam shook his head and shrugged. �No idea! I don�t think he knows either. Calm down, Georgie! He�s never going to get one.�

Lucky ignored them, staring hopefully up at the squirrel, as it danced up and down on its branch. Unfortunately, it didn�t look as though it was going to fall off.

By the time they trailed back to the clearing where Mum was sitting, they were all really hungry. They had brought Lucky�s dog biscuits with them, and a bottle of water and his bowl, so he could have a picnic too. He wolfed down the biscuits in about two seconds, and then stood staring at Adam�s tuna sandwiches as if he were starved.

Georgia giggled. �You should learn to like Marmite, Adam. He never wants my sandwiches.�

Adam shuddered. �Yuck.�

Mum slipped her cardigan off her shoulders, enjoying the sun. �Just think, this time next week we�ll be on holiday in Suffolk!�

Georgia opened her crisps and sneakily fed a very small one to Lucky. He wasn�t really supposed to have them, but she couldn�t resist those big, hopeful dark eyes.

�We�ve never been on holiday with a dog before,� Adam said happily, stretching himself out on the rug.

�It is right by the sea, isn�t it?� Georgia asked again. She already knew it was � she�d seen the photos in the holiday cottage brochure � but she liked to hear her mum say it.

Mum smiled over at her. �Absolutely next to it, Georgie. A little cottage just at the top of a cliff.�

�And we�ll be allowed to take Lucky for walks, all by ourselves?� Adam pushed himself up on his elbows.

�As long as you�re very, very careful and sensible.� Mum and Dad had discussed this with them when they�d first booked the cottage. It was in a conservation area, where there were no roads � just a little track that led up to the cottage.

Adam and Georgia nodded. They would be super-careful. They lived in a busy town, close to a main road that they had to cross in order to get anywhere, so Mum and Dad weren�t happy about letting them take Lucky out on their own at home. That was why they had looked for a holiday home situated in a quiet place. Cliff Cottage wasn�t far from a pretty seaside town called Woolbridge, but it was all on its own on a cliff, surrounded by footpaths. It was going to be brilliant.

�I�m going to start packing when we get home,� Georgia said dreamily. �We�ll have to remember to pack all of Lucky�s things, too. I wonder if there�s a pet shop in Woolbridge.�

Adam smirked. �So you can buy him another fancy collar?� Then he rolled out of the way as Georgia aimed a smack at him.

Lucky gave a little warning bark. He didn�t like it when they squabbled. He didn�t understand that they were just messing about, even though Georgia had tried telling him it was just what twins did. It seemed to him that they were really cross with each other. He looked from Georgia to Adam and back again, his eyes worried, and whined sadly.

�Sorry, Lucky.� Georgia wriggled over to him, and rubbed his ears and scratched his silky domed spaniel forehead. �It�s OK. We didn�t mean it.�

Lucky flopped down, head on paws, with a small sigh of relief. His eyes were closing, and within seconds he was asleep in the sun.

�I wish Lucky could come on the back seat with us,� said Georgia, as she gently placed the puppy in his travel crate in the boot. She caught Dad�s eye and sighed. �Oh, it�s all right, Dad. I know he can�t. But it�s just such a long journey! He�s going to be miserable stuck in that crate. And it would be so nice to have him to cuddle on the way.�

Dad shook his head. �Until he starts jumping around and being silly, and distracting me and Mum when we�re driving. Don�t worry. We�ll have a loo stop at the services, halfway there, and we�ll get Lucky out and you can take him to stretch his legs. He�ll probably go to sleep, now we�ve put his favourite blanket in the crate for him.�

�I hope so,� Georgia said, patting Lucky gently and rubbing his ears, before she closed the door of the crate. �See you soon, sweetheart.�

�You get in, Georgia. I�ll go and see what�s keeping your mum and Adam.�

But Adam was already stomping down the path, lugging his rucksack and looking grumpy. Mum followed along behind, shaking her head. �He�d repacked everything!� she told Dad. �And taken out half the clothes! It�s a good thing I checked. He had a skateboard in there instead!�

Dad blinked. �But I�ve got his skateboard packed � down the side of Lucky�s travel crate, I�m sure I have.�

Mum rolled her eyes. �Apparently he needs two.�

�Wow. Oh, wow�� Georgia breathed. She was standing in front of the cottage, with Lucky in her arms, staring out at the sea. He hadn�t minded the car journey that much � he�d slept most of the time, like she had hoped. But he was definitely glad to be free of his crate.

They�d only just arrived, and Georgia and Adam had piled out of the car with Lucky to go and look around.

�It�s beautiful,� Georgia murmured.

The sun was shining, and it had turned the water to silver, as though a sparkling pathway was stretched across the sea, calling them down to the beach.

�It really is right next to the sea,� Adam said, grinning. He turned round to look at the cottage behind them, a small, white building, very low to the ground, as if it was trying to hide from the winds that swept across the clifftop. �And there�s the path down to the beach, look!� He pointed to a little path, half natural, but with steps carved into it here and there to make the steep climb to the sand easier.

�Can we go down�?� Georgia started to say, but Mum was waving to them.

�Come and help unpack. It won�t take long, and then we can all head to the beach.�

Georgia sighed and headed back to the car to get her rucksack. Lucky made a little whining noise, twisting in her arms to look at the glittering water. He wanted to go closer. He�d never seen anything like it before. Georgia hugged him tight. �I know, Lucky. I want to go and play down there too. Soon, I promise.�

She dashed inside, chasing after Adam, who was already stomping up the stairs. He flung open the bedroom door that Mum had pointed out, and yelled, �I�m having the top bunk!�

�Hey, not fair!� Georgia moaned from the doorway. Lucky wriggled out of her arms and went to explore. �Why do you get the top one? Can�t we swap halfway through the holiday?�

Adam climbed up the ladder to throw his bag on the bed and stared down at her smugly. �Nope. I bagged it. Get used to it, Georgie.�

Georgia stamped her foot crossly, and Lucky, who was sniffing around under the bunk bed, backed further underneath it, tucking his tail between his legs. They were fighting again. He hated it when they did that. Quietly, he sneaked along under the bed, making for the bedroom door. Then he bolted out as Georgia snapped at Adam, and stood shivering on the landing. He wanted to get away from the loud, scary voices.

Georgia and Adam�s mum had been looking around, checking out the different rooms and starting to put things away. She�d opened the door of the large airing cupboard at the top of the stairs, thinking to herself how useful it would be for drying off swimming towels. Then she�d closed it again, but she didn�t see that it had swung open a little as she walked away, and now Lucky nosed his way inside. It was warm and dark and safe next to the hot water tank, and no one was shouting in here. He curled up on an old towel that the last family must have left behind, and waited for his heart to stop thumping anxiously.

Back in the bedroom, Georgia suddenly stopped arguing, and smiled as a thought occurred to her. �All right. You can have the top bunk. I don�t mind.�

�What?� Adam glared at her suspiciously. �For the whole holiday?�

Georgia smiled even wider. �Yes. The whole holiday.�

Adam nodded slowly. �OK.�

Georgia sat down on the bottom bunk and patted it happily. �Lucky won�t be able to get up the ladder, you know. So I get him on my bed for the whole time.�

At home Lucky slept on either Georgia�s bed or Adam�s depending on how he felt. Sometimes he changed over in the middle of the night, but he was usually curled up on Georgia�s toes when she woke up in the morning.

Adam scowled. �Hey, that�s not fair��

�You wanted the top bunk,� Georgia sang triumphantly. �Now you�ve got it!�

Adam slumped down next to her. �Huh. Cheat.�

�Nope, just cleverer than you. Hey, where is Lucky?� Georgia sat up, looking around worriedly. �He was exploring a minute ago. Oh no � he hates us fighting.�

Adam jumped up off the bed. �What if he ran outside? He hasn�t a clue where he�s going round here.�

They raced out of the bedroom, calling worriedly. �Lucky! Here, Lucky! Where are you, boy?�

�Have you lost him?� Mum popped her head out of her bedroom, looking anxious. �Oh, you two! I heard you fighting, did you upset him?�

Dad came up the stairs. �I�ve been unloading the car and I haven�t seen him come out of the door. He must be in the cottage somewhere. You really need to behave better around him, both of you. It�s part of being proper dog owners � you have to be careful not to frighten your puppy.�

�Sorry, Dad,� Adam and Georgia murmured, both looking guilty.

�He can�t have gone far,� said Dad. �Come on. I�ll check downstairs and you two have another look up here.�

�Maybe he�s under the bed!� Adam dashed back in to their room.

Georgia looked along the landing, wondering where she would hide if she were a frightened little puppy. Somewhere dark and cosy, probably. Under the bed was a good idea of Adam�s� Then she spotted the airing cupboard door, still slightly open, and padded quietly over to it. She swung the door open gently and crouched down to peer inside.

Lucky stared back at Georgia, his eyes round and watchful, and thumped his tail slowly on the towel.

�Hey, Lucky�� Georgia whispered sadly, looking at his worried little face. �We scared you, didn�t we? Come on out, sweetie, we won�t fight any more.�

Adam appeared behind her, and Georgia glanced up warningly, her finger to her lips. Adam nodded. �It�s OK, Lucky,� he whispered. �We�ll be nice.�

Lucky stood up and nosed at Georgia�s hands lovingly. She picked him up, and Adam stroked his ears gently.

�I�m really sorry, Lucky. Adam, we can�t fight while we�re here, OK?� Georgia looked at him seriously. �Or we have to try not to, anyway. We can�t risk upsetting Lucky and having him run off in a strange place.�

Adam nodded. �Holiday truce.� He grinned. �Mum and Dad will be pleased. Their quietest holiday ever!�

After the world�s speediest lunch � Adam and Georgia both claimed they weren�t hungry, but Mum refused to believe them � they finally got to go down to the beach for a first explore with Lucky. It was amazing. Because the beach wasn�t really close to the town, there was hardly anybody there � just one family building a sandcastle, and a group of older boys swimming up at one end.

�There�s a bigger beach just a little further along the coast down at Woolbridge, with ice creams and a pier,� Mum explained. �But you aren�t allowed to take dogs on to Woolbridge Beach in the summer.�

�I don�t mind.� Georgia gazed at the brown sand, which was striped with pebbles and framed by the tall, reddish-brown cliffs. �It�s lovely here. Just us and the sea. Do you think we could let Lucky off the lead? He�d have to go all the way back up the path to get lost.�

Dad nodded. �As long as we keep an eye on him.�

Lucky barked excitedly as Georgia unclipped his lead. He wasn�t used to being allowed to run off wherever he liked, and at first he simply raced up and down the sand, barking and jumping and chasing his tail.

Then he spotted an interesting pile of rather smelly seaweed that had been washed up on the tide, and left lying on the beach. Georgia could see a line of it, all the way along the sand � seaweed, and shells, and even a piece of beautiful emerald green sea glass that she slipped into her pocket as a souvenir.

Adam was already splashing about in the sea, but Georgia decided she needed a bit more time in the sun before having a dip in the chilly water. She wondered if it might be a bit cold for Lucky, too. But Sam, their obedience class teacher, had told them spaniels usually loved water.

Lucky started to dig furiously, loving the way the sand spurted up between his paws. It was much quicker to dig here than in the flower beds at home. But it did go everywhere. He stopped mid-hole to shake the sand out of his whiskers, and let out an enormous sneeze. Next he scrabbled a big pile of seaweed into his hole and covered it back over, scooting the sand back through his paws. Then he sat down on it happily, looking very proud of himself.

Georgia watched him, laughing. �Shall we go and see the water now?� she asked him. �Look, Adam�s paddling in it.�

Lucky stood up and followed her down to the water�s edge, where Adam was hopping in and out of the wavelets, whistling through his teeth at how cold it was.

Lucky watched interestedly, his tail wagging. He�d never seen so much water, and it moved! He backed away thoughtfully as the bubbly surf crept towards him, and then followed it back again, fascinated.

�Oh look, Adam, he loves it!� Georgia giggled.

The puppy crouched down, his paws stretched out in front of him, wondering if he could catch this stuff. This time, when the creamy water began to draw back from his paws, he jumped after it, splashing himself and Georgia with freezing cold water.

Georgia laughed, and Lucky shook himself in surprise. He hadn�t expected that to happen. But he liked it!

When the next wave came, he didn�t try to catch the water, he just jumped in and out of it, shaking his soaked ears and whining excitedly. Chasing the waves was almost as much fun as chasing squirrels!

On that first afternoon of the holiday, Georgia and Adam had been so eager to get down to the beach that they�d hardly taken anything with them. But the next morning, the first real full day in Woolbridge, they took everything. Swimming things, towels, spades, snacks, rugs and Adam�s enormous inflatable alligator. They struggled down the path, laden with all they could possibly need, and Mum and Dad followed them with folding chairs and the picnic.

It was another beautiful sunny day, and Mum insisted on covering them with suncream as soon as they�d set up a base camp next to a large rock. She looked doubtfully at Lucky. �I suppose he�ll be all right. But if he starts to look hot, you must bring him back over here and he can lie down in the shade of the rocks.�

�OK, but he�ll probably just splash in the sea like he did yesterday,� Georgia pointed out. �That�ll keep him nice and cool.�

Lucky was already running up and down the water�s edge, barking excitedly at seagulls, who shrieked back crossly. One of them settled down to float on the greenish water, not very far out, and glared at him.

Lucky splashed into the sea, so it came halfway up his short legs, and barked a challenge. But the seagull only bobbed up and down, and kept on staring. Lucky took a few more steps in, shivering a little as the water came up to his chest.

Georgia had been sitting rubbing suncream into her arms and watching Adam, who was kicking a football around further up the beach. But now she suddenly noticed that Lucky was in the water. She raced down to the edge of the sea, but Dad was there already.

�It�s OK, Georgie. Lots of dogs are good swimmers. We mustn�t let him go out too far, but don�t scare him now. We don�t want him to think the water�s something to be frightened of.�

Georgia frowned. Actually, she thought maybe they did. What if Lucky got swept away by a big wave? And that seagull looked like it wanted puppy for breakfast. It was staring at Lucky evilly with its tiny yellow eyes.

Lucky looked round, pleased to see Georgia so close, and then took another step forward. Strangely though, his paws didn�t seem to find any ground to step on, and all of a sudden he was swimming, doggy-paddling as though he�d been doing it for ever. Rather surprised at himself, he paddled around in a little circle, almost forgetting about the seagull.

�He�s swimming! He�s swimming!� Georgia yelled. �Lucky can swim! Dad, look!�

The seagull flapped its powerful wings and fluttered away with loud, frightened squawks, and Lucky barked after it.

�Sorry, Lucky!� Georgia splashed into the water. �I forgot you were chasing him. You�re such a clever boy! How did you learn to swim, hey? Come on!� She dog-paddled along with him, even though she was in such shallow water that her knees kept hitting the sand. �Do you think he can swim a bit further out, Dad?� she called.

Dad shook his head. �Maybe not yet � he might get tired quickly, like he did with walks at first. He�s never done it before, remember. Just splash about in the shallows with him.�

Adam came running down the beach to join in, and they spent the next hour swimming out to sea and then back to the beach and letting the little waves carry them up on to the sand, while Lucky swam and splashed and barked delightedly around them.

They were worn out by lunchtime, so much so that Lucky went to sleep in the shade of the big rock after he�d eaten his dog biscuits and had a big drink of water. Adam and Georgia lazed around reading while their sandwiches went down � Mum said they had to wait for a while before going back in the sea.

�It�s been ages since lunch�� Adam moaned. �Can we go swimming again?�

�It�s only been about ten minutes!� Mum laughed, and Adam sighed.

�All right. I�m going to blow up my alligator.� He lay down on the rug and started to puff fiercely, till the alligator was longer than he was. �Now is it swimming time?�

Mum looked at her watch. �Yes, I suppose so. Oh, Lucky!�

Lucky had just woken up, and found an enormous green thing next to Adam, which definitely hadn�t been there when he went to sleep. He raced over and barked at it madly, chasing round and round it, kicking sand at everybody.

�Ugh! Stop him!� Mum coughed, and Adam snatched the alligator up above his head, while Georgia grabbed Lucky.

�Lucky, stop, shhh! It�s not a real one, silly. It�s for swimming. Come on, Adam, let�s show him. The sea�ll wash the sand off us, too.� She carried the squirming puppy down to the water�s edge, and Adam launched the alligator into the waves.

�We�ll have to be careful Lucky doesn�t burst it with his claws,� he said, holding the alligator steady.

Georgia leaped on board and lay down. �You can tow us,� she suggested, holding on to the side. �Come on, Lucky.� She held out an arm, expecting the puppy to swim towards it, but instead he splashed into the water, paddled out to her, then scrambled up on to her back.

�You�re a raft!� Adam yelled, and Georgia giggled, trying not to wriggle too much and tip Lucky off. His claws tickled.

They swam up and down, taking turns on the alligator, and then pulled it up on to the beach and lay there on the sand, letting the tiny waves wash over their toes.

The sun was so hot, even when they were half in the water, that Georgia almost fell asleep. She was just wondering how it was that the water seemed as warm as a bath now, when it had been freezing when she first dipped her toes in that morning, when Adam suddenly sat up and yelled. �Look! The alligator!�

She turned over and sat up. �What�s the matter?�

�I wasn�t watching. The tide�s come in,� Adam groaned. �The waves have taken it out. I�ll have to swim after it.�

Georgia stood up. �I can�t even see it. Oh no! Adam, you can�t swim right out there.�

The alligator was only a little green spot, about thirty metres from the shore where they�d be far out of their depth.

�Dad!� Adam called. But their dad still had all his clothes on, and even though he was heading over towards them, and Mum was standing up on the rug looking worried, neither of them looked like they were about to dive into the sea.

�Dad, can I swim out and get the alligator?� Adam begged. But Dad shook his head.

�I�m really sorry, Adam. It�s drifted too far. You promised not to go out of your depth, remember? Maybe someone in a boat will come past and pick it up for us.�

Adam and Georgia looked hopefully out to sea, but there were no boats around to go alligator-hunting, and the inflatable was bobbing further and further away.

Then Adam grabbed Georgia�s arm and pointed. A little golden head was suddenly bobbing through the dark-green water. Lucky could see the inflatable, and he knew that Adam wanted it back. He wasn�t quite sure why Adam wasn�t going to get it himself, but he knew he could help.

�Lucky, no!� Georgia gasped. But Lucky was already way out into the sea, swimming along happily.

�He�s too far out,� Georgia murmured worriedly. �What if he gets caught in a current and swept right out to sea?�

Adam nodded. �Let�s swim as far as we can � then we can help him back.�

They swam as fast as they could, to where their toes were only just touching the bottom. Mum and Dad were looking on. Although Georgia and Adam had promised them not to go out of their depth, secretly Georgia knew that if Lucky started sinking, she�d follow him right out into the deep water. And she was sure Adam would do the same.

But they didn�t need to. Slowly but surely, the alligator was bobbing back towards them, Lucky�s sharp teeth gripping the white tow rope.

�You star, Lucky! You rescued my alligator!� Adam grabbed the rope too, and Georgia hugged Lucky, who snuggled wearily into her shoulder. It had been a long swim, and his legs were very tired. But he had done it! Georgia and Adam were happy, he could tell.

�Georgie, you get up on the alligator with him, and I�ll pull you along,� Adam suggested.

Georgia nodded and heaved herself up on to the inflatable, carefully keeping Lucky�s claws away from the plastic. Adam towed them back in, with Georgia proudly holding Lucky in front of her.

Mum and Dad were waiting for them on the beach, smiling with relief.

�I can�t believe what a good swimmer he is!� Mum said, stroking Lucky�s soaking wet ears.

�He�s a champion,� Adam said proudly. �We�d have lost my alligator for sure if it wasn�t for Lucky.�

Georgia turned over in bed and yawned, and then giggled as a damp nose was pressed into her ear. �Hello, Lucky! Is it time to get up?� She wriggled up in bed, and pulled open the curtains to look out of the little window right next to the bunks.

�Oh!� Georgie wrinkled her nose disappointedly. The sparkling blue sea of the day before had disappeared. The sky was cloudy and the sea had settled to a dull greyish brown � it didn�t look like a day for sunbathing or swimming at all.

�Oh well,� Georgie murmured. �Never mind, Lucky. Maybe we can go exploring along the cliffs instead.�

She got out of bed, and threw on jeans and a T-shirt. She could already hear Mum and Dad moving around downstairs, and she thought she could smell toast. Lucky would need to go out into the tiny garden behind the cottage for a wee, too.

�Wake up, Adam,� she called, tickling the foot that was dangling down over the edge of the top bunk as she went past.

Adam growled something, but his duvet humped up as if he was at least partly awake.

�Let�s go and explore the cliffs this morning,� Georgia suggested a few minutes later, as she sat down at the table for breakfast. Lucky was already sitting hopefully by her foot, waiting for toast crusts.

But Adam shook his head grumpily. �No! I really want to go down to the beach at Woolbridge. You said we could, Dad! They�ve got rides on the pier there, and everything. I was talking to those boys we saw on the beach on our first day, and they said it�s excellent there.�

Georgia frowned. �But we wouldn�t be able to take Lucky! Woolbridge Beach doesn�t allow dogs in the summer, Mum said.�

�Anyway, it�s not such nice weather today,� Mum put in. �It feels more like a day for walking along the cliffs than going to the beach. We�ll do that another day, Adam.�

Adam muttered something under his breath, but Mum managed to distract him by passing him chocolate spread for his toast, which was a holiday treat.

After breakfast, they set off along the path that led from the cottage, winding through the bracken and brambles along the top of the cliff. Lucky danced ahead, tugging on his extending lead, and winding himself in and out of the brambles as he investigated all the interesting sandy holes.

�Let�s take him off the lead,� Georgia suggested, after she�d unwound him from the bramble bushes for the third time. �There�s no one else up here.�

But before Dad could answer, Lucky uttered a sharp little woof and looked round at her excitedly.

�What is it?� she asked, and then she gasped. �Oh, look! A rabbit!�

A small sandy-brown rabbit was peering back at them from the middle of a bramble bush. It looked terrified.

�Poor thing!� Georgia whispered. �It�s so scared. Lucky, you mustn�t chase it!� But Lucky was already darting forwards, the cord of his lead getting longer as he raced after the rabbit, which turned tail and dived down a nearby hole.

�Oh, Lucky!� Georgia tried to pull him back, but he had his nose in the hole, and was barking frantically. He�d been within a metre of a real rabbit, and now it had disappeared! He could smell it still, but he couldn�t see it. He dug and scrabbled, but he couldn�t get any further in, the hole was too narrow. Eventually he gave up and slunk sadly back to Georgia. For some reason she seemed cross, but he had no idea why.

�That rabbit was terrified! You shouldn�t have chased it, Lucky!�

Adam snorted. �Come on, Georgie, he�s a dog! That�s what dogs do! Spaniels were bred for hunting.�

�But Lucky�s a pet, not a hunting dog! What if he gets to like hunting things and starts chasing cats?� Georgia snapped back. �Then he�d be in real trouble. Imagine Mrs Winter next door if he chased Percy!� Percy was Mrs Winter�s enormous fluffy Persian cat. Georgia sighed, looking down at Lucky, who was watching her with confused eyes and slowly wagging his tail. �Oh, it isn�t your fault, Lucky. I�m not really cross. It was such a cute rabbit, that�s all.�

�Anyway, that answers the question about letting him off the lead,� Dad pointed out. �Have you noticed how close we are to the edge of the cliff?� He crouched down, pushing aside some clumps of yellow flowers to show the animal holes dotted around between them � and the little sandy slope trailing down to the edge. �If a rabbit popped up in front of Lucky and ducked into one of those holes just there, he�d be over the side of the cliff before you could even call his name.�

Georgia shuddered. �I suppose you�re right. OK, we�ll keep the lead on.�

Lucky wandered on, sniffing hopefully for more rabbits, but they all seemed to have hidden themselves away. For the rest of the walk he had to make do with leaping at the butterflies, lots of tiny little blue ones, which kept flying around his nose in a most unwise manner.

The next couple of days were sunny again, and the family spent them on the beach. Lucky and the children were in and out of the sea most of the time, as it was so hot that it was the only way to cool down.

The group of boys who�d been on the beach before were back again on the Wednesday, playing football, and Adam watched them hopefully for a while, before the ball happened to come past him. He kicked it back expertly, and they invited him to come and join in. Georgia didn�t mind being left on her own with Lucky, and Mum and Dad. It was far too hot for football, and it was fun reading her book with Lucky snoozing next to her in the sun.

�Mum! Dad! Josh and Liam�s dad�s taking them to Woolbridge Beach this afternoon, and they�ve asked if I want to go too. Can I? And can I take my holiday money for the rides?�

Dad got up, and went to talk to Josh and Liam�s dad.

�What about you, Georgia?� Mum asked. �Dad and I could take you, if you wanted to go over to Woolbridge?�

Georgia looked thoughtful, but then she shook her head. �Actually, I�d rather stay here, Mum.� She wasn�t that keen on rides and things, and she was really enjoying spending her holiday time with Lucky.

Adam went off with the other boys after their picnic lunch, and Georgia set off on a long walk up the beach with Lucky. She hunted for shells and sea glass, and Lucky found a dead fish. He was quite cross when Georgia threw it back into the sea and wouldn�t let him fetch it. It had smelled delicious.

On the Thursday morning, Georgia and Adam were hoping to go to the beach again, but Mum pointed out that they really needed to go and do some food shopping.

�Do we have to come?� Adam groaned.

�Well, you can�t go to the beach by yourselves.� Mum shook her head. �Dad or I need to be there if you�re going in the water.�

�We could just stay out of the sea,� Georgia suggested. But then she shook her head. �Actually, I don�t see how we�d explain to Lucky that he couldn�t go swimming. It probably isn�t a very good idea.�

�What about a walk though?� Adam asked. �You did say before we came that we�d be allowed to go out on our own and we haven�t yet.�

�Yes, and Lucky really needs a walk too,� Georgia added, exchanging an excited glance with Adam.

Mum and Dad looked thoughtfully at each other. �I suppose you could,� Dad said slowly. �We won�t be more than a couple of hours. As long as you take one of our mobiles, and you promise not to do anything silly.�

�Brilliant!� Adam cheered, and Georgia reached under the table to stroke Lucky. She could hardly wait for them to take their puppy out on their own for the first time ever.

After breakfast, Adam tucked Mum�s mobile phone safely away in the pocket of his shorts, and he and Georgia filled a little bag with suncream, snacks, dog treats, water and Lucky�s special folding dog bowl. It was so hot he was bound to need a drink.

It felt like a real adventure, setting off on their own with Lucky, and they were determined to make it a really long walk.

�We could go all the way round the top of the bay,� Adam suggested, as he hurried along holding Lucky�s lead. �The cliffs further round towards Woolbridge looked really interesting from the beach. There might be caves and things in them. And we could look for fossils!�

But by the time they�d fought their way through the brambles as far as they�d gone on that first cliff-top walk, Georgia and Adam were so hot they decided to stop for a break. Georgia filled up Lucky�s bowl, and he drank greedily. He�d walked more than twice as far as Georgia and Adam, as he kept running backwards and forwards. He lay there in the cool shade of the bracken, occasionally snapping lazily at hoverflies as they buzzed past. Adam sat on the lead, just in case, but it didn�t look as though Lucky wanted to run off anyway.

�My turn to take Lucky now,� Georgia said, as she packed his bowl away in the bag and got up. �You can carry the bag.�

Adam scowled. �Why should you always get to hold his lead? I�m having him for this walk. You had him all yesterday afternoon!�

�What? For the whole walk? That isn�t fair!� Georgia yelled. �I only had him yesterday because you wanted to go off to Woolbridge! You didn�t care about Lucky then, did you?�

Lucky looked up and whined worriedly.

�Oh, it�s OK, Lucky � don�t be scared.� She turned to her brother. �Now look!� she hissed. �You�re upsetting Lucky!�

�I�m not the one arguing!� Adam spat back in a whisper. �Just let me hold him! This walk was my idea, remember!�

�No! It�s my turn!�

Lucky whined again, but they weren�t listening. He backed away, the lead pulling out behind him, and his tail held close against his legs. He didn�t want to be near them when they shouted at each other. It frightened him. He�d go and find somewhere safe to hide until they�d stopped, he decided. He headed a little further down the path. His extending lead was quite long, so he could get a good distance away from the loud voices. The delicious smells in the undergrowth soon distracted him from the squabble he�d left behind, and he pottered around the bushes, sure he could smell a rabbit somewhere near.

There was no rabbit to be found, however there was a huge butterfly, a brown one that swooped temptingly right in front of his nose. He barked happily, and chased after it as it fluttered away. He�d never actually caught one before, but he was so close to this one, surely it couldn�t get away this time. He ran on, barking excitedly and snapping at the butterfly, sure that Georgia and Adam would be pleased if he finally caught one.

Just then, Georgia grabbed at the lead, yanking it away from Adam. As she reached for the lead�s bulky plastic handle, she overbalanced and it slipped out of her hands. She dived after it, and so did Adam � but it was too late. They watched the lead sliding away as Lucky raced after the butterfly.

�Lucky!� Georgia yelled, scrabbling after the lead as it disappeared down the path. She could just see Lucky�s golden tail, wagging excitedly as he chased after something up ahead. Georgia set off to catch him � just as Lucky made one last desperate lunge after the butterfly, and tumbled over the side of the cliff, his lead bouncing uselessly behind him.

Lucky scrabbled and scrambled down the steep slope, trying frantically to stop himself by clawing at the reddish side of the cliff as he fell. Sharper rocks were sticking out of the sandy earth every so often, and he whimpered as one of his paws caught against a particularly large stone.

At last, he landed on a tiny ledge, about five metres down the side of the cliff. He sat there cowering and shivering, holding up his bleeding paw and howling with fright. What had happened? All he had done was follow the butterfly! It had disappeared, and the path had gone with it. Where were Georgia and Adam? He wanted Georgia to look after his paw and stroke him, and get him out of this horrible place.

�Lucky!� Georgia screamed, racing along the path to the spot where he�d disappeared, with Adam dashing after her. �Where is he?� She flung herself down at the edge of the cliff to peer over, and felt suddenly sick, her head swimming as she looked at the sea so far below. When they were on the beach the cliffs had looked so pretty, pinkish-red with sandy streaks, but now they seemed menacing and sinister, and very, very tall. The sea was right in at the bottom now, foaming and rushing about in clouds of bubbles. Even though Lucky was a good swimmer, she didn�t see how he could have survived such a terrible fall.

�Can you see him?� Adam asked, his voice quiet and miserable. Georgia shook her head. �No. He must be � under the water�� she said, her voice choked with tears.

But then there was a pitiful wail from below, and Georgia gasped. �Adam, look! He�s there, he�s there!�

She pointed to a tiny ledge below, where a clump of bushes and straggly bits of grass had somehow managed to find some soil to grow in. It was just above the tumble of rocks rising out of the sea at the base of the cliff. Sitting there, staring up at them mournfully, was Lucky.

�Lucky, stay! We�ll come and get you � or � or something�� Georgia�s voice trailed away.

�He�s all right. He�s actually OK�� Adam murmured, gripping tightly on to two handfuls of grass, and leaning as far as he possibly could without going over too. �I can�t believe he managed to fall down there and still be OK.�

Georgia gulped, and tears welled up in her eyes. Adam put his arm round her. They were both shaking.

�He�s moving, definitely. But I think he�s hurt his paw � it�s so hard to see,� Georgia murmured. �I shouldn�t have tried to grab the lead off you. I�m really sorry.� She stared down at Lucky. �How are we ever going to get him back? It�s such a long way to that ledge.�

Adam looked worriedly at Lucky. �I think you�re right, he�s holding it in a funny way. There�s no way he�ll be able to climb back up here! I wonder if I can scramble down to him.�

Georgia grabbed his arm tightly. �Are you crazy? Look how steep it is! You�ll fall!�

Adam shook his head. �Look. Just along a bit � it�s almost like a path, down to where Lucky is.�

�Well, I can�t see it,� Georgia said stubbornly. She sort of could, but it didn�t look like much of a path, and she was scared that Adam was going to fall too. It was only a very thin sort of ledge, weaving its way towards the bigger ledge that Lucky was on.

Lucky howled again, and Georgia called down to him. �It�s OK, Lucky! Don�t be scared!� She looked back up at Adam. �Are you sure you can get down there?�

Adam shrugged. �No. But I want to have a go. It was my fault this happened too.� He went over to the little break in the cliff edge where the tiny path started and gazed at it, chewing his lip. �I�ll sit and wriggle along, I think.� He edged himself down, very slowly, and Georgia watched, her heart racing.

Lucky stared up from his ledge and wagged his tail hopefully. Adam was coming to get him! He stood up, wincing as he tried to put his hurt paw to the ground, and then he had to flop down again. There was definitely something wrong with his leg.

He could see Georgia too, just her face, peering over the edge of the cliff, so very far away. Lucky let out a miserable howl. He wanted to be back up there with her!

�It�s OK, Lucky, ssshhh!� Georgia called out, trying to make her voice calm and comforting. Their obedience class teacher had said that voices were really important. If she sounded frightened and upset, Lucky would be frightened too. She had to keep him calm. He always listened best to her in obedience classes; Adam got him too excited. Now it was more important to keep Lucky calm than ever before. The little ledge he was on was so narrow. If Lucky got frightened and scrabbled about, he could so easily fall into that treacherous-looking sea. And with an injured leg, he might not be able to swim.

Georgia watched nervously as Adam inched down the path towards Lucky. He was going as slowly and carefully as he could, but the path was very steep. Suddenly, Georgia gasped as Adam�s feet went out from under him, and he slid down in a rattle of sand and tiny pebbles. She caught her breath, jamming her knuckles into her mouth to stop herself crying out.

Adam yelled in panic, and grabbed hold of a bush, hanging on even though it scratched his hands.

�Adam!� Georgia called down. �Are you all right? You have to come back up, it isn�t safe. We�ll phone Mum and Dad.�

Adam nodded. �Sorry, Lucky,� he called down sadly. �We�re going to get help, I promise.� He dragged himself back up, going hand by hand and holding on to the scrubby plants that lined the path.

Georgia grabbed him as soon as he got near the top. �We should have called Mum and Dad straight away. Are you OK?�

Adam nodded. �Just a bit scratched.� He showed her his grazed hands. �But it was really scary. Poor Lucky. He fell loads further than me.� He reached into his pocket for the phone, and pressed the menu button to bring the screen on.

Nothing happened.

Georgia and Adam stared at it in horror. �Try again!� Georgia said hopefully, but the phone remained stubbornly lifeless.

�I must have hit it on something when I fell. Mum�s going to be furious�� Adam murmured.

�That doesn�t matter now. What are we going to do?� Georgia looked around, hoping that there might be somebody else walking along the cliff top. But they were all alone.

�I�ll have to run back down to the road � there�s a phone box, isn�t there? I�ve got some money left from yesterday. You stay here with Lucky. You really need to keep him calm, you�re good at that. We don�t want him trying to climb up and falling even further.� Adam frowned. �Georgie, I can�t remember Dad�s mobile number, can you?�

Georgia shook her head miserably. �No. But it doesn�t matter,� she added suddenly. �Dad wouldn�t be able to get down the cliff either. It�s just too dangerous. You�ll have to call the coastguard.�

Adam nodded nervously. He�d never made an emergency call before � but this was definitely an emergency.

Georgia watched as Adam raced off down the path, leaving her all alone on the cliff top, with only the seagulls shrieking around her. Then she leaned over the edge again, digging her toes into the sandy earth so that she felt safer wriggling out a couple of centimetres further over the edge. She felt quite sick staring down at the�water, which seemed to be crashing against the cliffs harder and harder every time she looked.

Lucky was curled up in a little ball now, with his nose tucked in next to his tail. He looked so tiny that Georgia wanted to cry.

�Lucky!� she called down to him.

Lucky glanced up and barked delightedly. He�d thought that Georgia and Adam had both gone and left him here. He had no idea how he was ever going to get back up the cliff. He�d looked down at the water on the rocks just below, and wondered if he should jump in and swim till he found the beach, but the water looked very different to the sea he�d swum in before. His little ledge was just above the waves, which kept rolling in and sending cold spray up at him. And the rocks looked slippery and frightening. His paw hurt too, and he wasn�t sure he�d even be able to swim. He�d pressed himself back against the cliff wall instead and curled into a ball, whimpering sadly to himself, wishing someone was there to help him. And then he�d heard Georgia!

Perhaps he could climb back up to her? The ledge was very narrow, and it trailed away into a tiny little path that went winding up the cliff. Georgia wasn�t really all that far away, Lucky thought, staring up at her white and anxious face. He limped along to where the ledge narrowed, and looked thoughtfully up at the path. It was very narrow. He started off up it, squeezing himself as close as he could to the side of the cliff and feeling the sand trickle down into his fur.

�Lucky, stay!� Georgia was calling to him. She sounded worried � cross, almost. He was only trying to reach her, why was she cross? But he knew what �stay� meant from his obedience classes. He had to do as he was told, even though he really didn�t want to. He sat down on the path, his ears drooping, feeling confused.

�It�s OK, Lucky, sorry. I�m sorry�� Up on the cliff, Georgia took a deep breath, and tried not to feel frightened. It just felt as though Adam had been gone for ages and ages. Every time she looked down, Lucky�s little ledge seemed to have grown even narrower, and the sea wilder. And if the tide came up much more, the ledge would be underwater! She tried to remember when high tide had been the day before, but her mind felt foggy.

�Good boy, Lucky. Stay! What a good boy! Lots of biscuits soon. Stay! That�s it.� Just don�t move, Lucky, please! she added silently to herself.

�Georgia! Georgia!�

Lucky looked up, his tail wagging. Adam had come back too! He tried to bark happily to show Adam he was pleased to see him, but jumping about hurt his paw and his balance seemed all wrong. He slid backwards, scrabbling and yelping, and Georgia and Adam�s faces appeared over the edge of the cliff, both looking horrified.

�Lucky, keep still!� Adam yelled. His voice was sharp and fierce, and it made Lucky scared. He skittered about on the ledge anxiously.

�Down, Lucky! Down! Stay!� That was Georgia again. She didn�t sound scared like Adam, but she sounded very firm. Not cross, but he could tell he had to do as she said or she would be. Lucky lay down flat on the ledge, feeling the cold water splash over his back. He wanted to get away. He hated it down here! He howled, and howled. But he kept still.

Up above Lucky on the cliff, Adam explained to Georgia what was happening. �I got to the phone box and called the coastguard. But I didn�t know exactly where we were on the cliffs; I hope I told them the right place. I said it was just up from Cliff Cottage.�

�Are they sending someone?� Georgia asked anxiously.

�Yes, they said the boat will come out from Woolbridge harbour, and it won�t take long at all. The lady on the phone said it might even get here before I did.�

�Did she say to do anything else?�

Adam shook his head. �Just to come back and try to keep Lucky calm, and you�re doing that brilliantly. And we should watch out for the boat and wave, in case they can�t see Lucky.� He propped himself up on his elbows, staring out to sea. �That�s not a coastguard boat, is it?� he asked, pointing to a small boat, far out on the waves.

Georgia shook her head. �No, I think that�s the trip boat from Woolbridge. Anyway, the coastguard boat won�t be that far out, I bet. It�ll come round the edge of the bay.� She frowned down at Lucky on his ledge, and the nasty-looking rocks below him. �How are they going to get to him, Adam? They won�t be able to get a boat close up to those rocks, will they?�

�If it�s the inflatable they will. I saw it in the boat shed when I went to Woolbridge Beach yesterday. It�s made for going in and out of the rocks round the coast. Look, there are people on the cliffs � maybe they saw it being launched. Josh and Liam said people always go up there to watch when the coastguard boat goes out.�

Georgia nodded, watching the little crowd of people gathering further along the cliffs above the beach. She could see they were chatting and pointing at Lucky. If it had been another dog, she would have been interested too. Now it only made her feel sick.

�Georgie, look! I can see it coming!�

The coastguard boat was roaring around the far edge of the cliffs in a cloud of spray, and bouncing over the water towards them. It was quite small, and there were only three crew, but it was very, very fast.

�I wish Mum and Dad were here,� Georgia said worriedly, as the little grey boat shot towards them. �Maybe they saw the boat being launched from Woolbridge when they were shopping. Do you think they�d come back to see what was going on?�

�Maybe. They might even be in that crowd over there.� Adam hugged her.

The boat was getting closer now, and they could see the coastguard men waving to them. They waved back and pointed down to Lucky.

Lucky could see the boat coming too. It was very loud, and he didn�t like it at all. He barked at it, wishing it�d go away.

�Shhh, Lucky, it�s OK!� Georgia called down. �I think he�s scared of the boat. Lucky, stay!�

The coastguard boat had stopped by the rocks, and one of the men was climbing out. Georgia held her breath anxiously. It looked so slippery.

�Hello up there!� the man called to Adam and Georgia. �He looks pretty frightened. Can you get him to stay? I don�t want to scare him into jumping.�

Georgia nodded. �Lucky, stay there! Stay!�

Lucky stared wide-eyed at the man in the bright orange suit, with his huge life jacket and white helmet. He looked like some sort of strange creature, and he�d arrived in that great noisy thing that was still grumbling and snorting below him. Lucky gave a loud series of barks, trying to sound big and scary. But the man didn�t go away. He climbed slowly closer instead. Lucky looked around, desperate for a way to escape. There was only the little narrow path where he�d already slipped. But he didn�t have a choice. He started to back away up it, still barking at the strange man.

�Lucky, no!� It was Georgia, calling him from up above. �Stay! Lucky, stay!�

Lucky knew he should do as he was told, but he didn�t want to stay! The strange man was coming after him!

�Stay, Lucky!� It was Georgia�s firmest voice. If he did as he was told, he might get dog treats � he knew Georgia had them in her bag. And he was very hungry. The man was coming closer. Lucky stayed still, and looked imploringly up at Georgia. Did he really have to stay?

�Yes, good boy, Lucky! Stay!� Georgia sounded pleased with him.

The man was nearly at his ledge now, and Lucky wanted to growl at him. He didn�t look nice at all with that big white helmet on. But he kept quiet. He was sure Georgia wouldn�t want him to.

�You�re a good dog, aren�t you?� the man called, as he climbed on to the ledge. The man�s voice was actually quite nice, and Lucky stopped shivering. �Look what I�ve got.� The coastguard held out a bit of biscuit, and Lucky gulped it down gratefully. Maybe he wasn�t so bad after all, even if he did look scary. �Want some more biscuit?� The man reached down and picked him up, and gave him a whole biscuit this time. �Aren�t you a little star, hey? Come on then.� And he started back over the rocks to the boat, with Lucky tucked tightly under one arm.

Up on the top of the cliff, Georgia hugged Adam tightly. �They�ve got him, they�ve got him, Lucky�s really going to be OK!�

Adam hugged Georgia back, laughing, and then turned back to peer over the edge. �Hey, shhh, they�re calling us!�

�We�ll take him round to the small beach in the boat!� one of the men shouted up to Adam and Georgia. �We�ll meet you there, OK? You�re both all right, aren�t you? Not hurt at all?�

�We�re fine! Thank you!� Adam yelled back, and Georgia called, �Good boy, Lucky!� They raced back along the top of the cliff as fast as they could, making for the path down to the beach just in front of the cottage.

�I can see our car parked behind the cottage!� Adam yelled to Georgia. �Mum and Dad are probably down on the beach. We�d have met them on the path if they�d come after us, they must have seen the boat and gone to watch.�

They scrambled down the path and ran across the sand to the little group of people who�d gathered to watch the coastguard boat pull in. It beached with a soft crunch of sand, and one of the men jumped over the side into the water, which only came halfway up his big orange boots. Another of the coastguards handed Lucky over the side to the man, and Georgia ran into the water to take him, even though she had her trainers on.

Lucky was squeaking with delight at seeing her and Adam, and he wriggled madly, trying to get out of the man�s arms to reach her.

�He�s a lovely little dog, isn�t he?� the man told her, as he handed Lucky over. �Did I hear you calling him Lucky?�

Georgia nodded, and the man laughed. �Well, you certainly named him right. He�s very lucky. Could have been a lot worse. You look after him now. Don�t let him go near the edge of any more cliffs.�

�I won�t,� Georgia said. �It was my fault he fell. We�ll be more careful, I promise.� She laughed as Lucky licked her all over, and then licked Adam�s face too.

�You were right to call 999 though,� the man told them. �Don�t you ever go climbing down those cliffs yourselves.�

Adam shuddered. �We won�t.�

�Georgia! Adam!�

Mum and Dad were making their way through the small crowd, looking horrified.

�What on earth happened?� Mum demanded.

�Sorry, Mum�� they murmured. �There was an accident,� Georgia added. �Lucky went over the edge of the cliff.�

�That cliff?� Dad gazed up at it, his face pale. �But we agreed you�d keep him on the lead up there.� Dad looked from Georgia to Adam. He seemed really disappointed.

�They did the right thing,� the coastguard told Mum and Dad. �They called 999, and got us out to help.�

Mum nodded. �Thank you so much.�

Georgia caught her arm. �Mum, can we explain later, please? Lucky hurt his leg when he fell; we have to take him to a vet.�

�There�s a vet�s on Woolbridge high street, just down from the supermarket,� the coastguard told them. �Good luck. I hope it�s nothing too serious.� And he splashed back to the boat, with everyone waving and cheering, and they sped away.

Lucky yawned sleepily, and licked at the bandage on his paw. It was itchy, and he was sure if he nibbled it carefully he could pull it off.

�Hey, don�t do that, Lucky.� Georgia sat down beside him, and tickled him under the chin. �You know if you keep chewing it, you�ll have to wear that horrible collar thing, and you wouldn�t like that. The vet says the bandage has to stay on for at least a week.�

�He was so lucky not to break anything,� Mum said. �You really did choose the right name, Georgia. Only four stitches, and the pulled muscles. It could have been so much worse.� Mum�s face was serious. After they�d got back from the vet�s the day before, she and Dad had made Georgia and Adam sit down and tell them exactly what had happened up on the cliff path. They�d felt awful as they explained that it was all their fault Lucky had fallen and got hurt. Then Mum and Dad had told them how disappointed they were.

Georgia shivered. �I know,� she said. �I don�t want to go along the cliff-top path ever again.�

�Me neither,� Adam agreed, munching on chocolate-spread toast.

�It�s a pity not to go out though,� said Mum, getting up to check the weather from the window. �It�s such a lovely day. You two could go down to the beach with Dad, if you like. I can stay and watch Lucky.�

Georgia shook her head, and glanced at Adam to see that he was doing the same. �I�d rather stay here and be with Lucky,� she explained. �Yesterday was so scary. I just want to be with him for a bit.� She stroked his ears lovingly, and Lucky yawned, and nudged her with his little damp nose.

Adam came over, and slipped Lucky a dog treat. Lucky gulped it down happily. Everyone was being so nice to him!

Dad nodded. �Well, we�ve still got three more days of the holiday left. Lucky might be all right to go down to the beach tomorrow if we�re careful. And it�s good just having a quiet day, anyway.�

There was a loud knock at the door, and Adam burst out laughing.

Dad sighed. �What did I say that for?� He got up, and went out to the front door, coming back with a dark-haired woman, with a big camera hanging round her neck. �It seems you�re famous, you two,� Dad said, smiling. �This is Melissa, from the local paper. She heard all about yesterday�s adventure, and wants a photo of you and Lucky.�

�It�s such a lovely story,� the reporter explained. �And apparently you called the coastguard yourselves? That was really good thinking.�

Adam grinned proudly. �That was me. But it was actually Georgia who kept Lucky safe all the time he was on the ledge. She was brilliant at getting him to stay.�

Georgia smiled. �But it was our fault Lucky fell,� she added sadly. �We were arguing over who got to hold his lead and we dropped it, and he ran off and slipped over the cliff edge.�

Melissa smiled. �I don�t think I�ll put that in. These things happen, don�t they? I used to fight with my brother all the time. We�ll just remind people to be extra careful when they�re walking up on the cliffs.� Lucky jumped down from the sofa and went to give her a curious sniff. �And this is Lucky?� She patted Lucky, and he licked her fingers, making her laugh. �He�s a real sweetheart. And it sounds like he was lucky too!�

Lucky heard his name and barked happily. The lady was right, he was Lucky, he knew that!

Georgia beamed as they posed with Lucky for the newspaper photo � her and Adam on either side of their beautiful puppy. She knew he�d had an amazing escape. Georgia stroked Lucky�s silky golden ears, and smiled at the camera.

Just now, she felt like the luckiest girl ever.

Holly Webb started out as a children�s book editor, and wrote her first series for the publisher she worked for. She has been writing ever since, with over sixty books to her name. Holly lives in Berkshire, with her husband and three young sons. She has a pet cat called Marble, who is always nosying around when she�s trying to type on her laptop.

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