Akela, THE KONA DOG, brings a smile to everyone she meets. She is sweet and caring to all those working and visiting the coffee plantation and pineapple grove.
To please her master, Akela makes her rounds on the plantation, assuring safety and offering encouragement with her gentle ways. When the plantation is threatened with closure by the banker man, Akela and her master's older son, Keoki, join forces to enlist the banker's daughter, Penny. Akela knows something makes the girl sad. If they get her to laugh and smile, perhaps they can save the plantation. But Penny isn't talking, and the plight of Akela's home doesn't look good either.
Faced with defeat and the loss of her home, Akela must use all of her bravery and instinctive abilities to bring everyone together. Can she soften their hearts in time to stop the banker man?
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An Excerpt from: The Kona Dog
Copyright © 2011 Ruth G. Zavitsanos
All rights reserved, Wild Child Publishing.
“This is a good sign,” Malia said. I heard the smile in her voice. And then my ears perked up, I turned my head and ran toward the rumbling sound of my master’s truck.
I barked again and again.
“Yes, Akela, your master is finally home.” Malia and Keoki followed. My master’s truck made its way up the winding road onto the red dirt-covered driveway.
My master stepped down from the truck with a smile. He hugged his wife and reached an arm out to his son.
“There is good news, Father?” Keoki asked.
“Yes and no. We have the promise of a visit from the investor’s bank advisor, but we must continue to work hard and prove the plantation is worthy of saving.”
I nudged my master. He patted my head. “Yes, this includes you, too, Akela. You must continue to watch for the safety of the workers and keep them happy.”
I wagged my tail. The Kona Dog is what everyone calls me even if they know my name. I am the first to greet the workers and visitors. If there is an accident, I run for help. Keeping the workers happy is what I enjoy doing most. Often while they stop to refresh themselves with a cold drink of water, I run over to give them encouragement by gently brushing my fur against their rough hands. They know I belong here on the plantation.
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