When I grow up I want to be a vet but mum doesn't like things that poo in the house which means I'll never be allowed another pet. Not even one. Tiny. Small. Pet.It is true that I have Bathilda Brown, my beautiful, invisible, dribbly dog. But if I'm ever going to be a PROPER, PROFESSIONAL VET, I'm going to need lots of animals that I can actually see.My name is Wendy Quill and this is the story of how I tried to grow a pet!
'This is a funny, quirky story which is delightfully illustrated by Wendy's 12-year-old daughter Mina.'
Ruth Swindon, The Best New Children's Books: Summer 2014
'This well-told, fun and quirky story is full of appeal for younger readers, with well-drawn and credible characters.'
Liz Smith, The School Librarian
'Perfect for transitional readers'
Making Them Readers book blog