Matthew McNulty - Dog in Boots CBeebies Bedtime Stories

Oh, hello. I'm Matthew.

I'm trying to decide which shoes to wear tomorrow morning.

What will I be doing? I think I'll decide later.

But all these shoes remind me of someone else

who tries to find the perfect pair.

Let me tell you all about him.

The story is called Dog In Boots,

and is by Greg Gormley and Roberta Angaramo.

Dog was reading a brilliant book all about a cat

who wore a pair of truly magnificent boots.

When he finished reading Dog put down his book

and had a little think.

Then he went to the local shoe shop.

BELL RINGS

"Have you got any footwear as splendid as this?"

he said, showing the book to the shopkeeper.

"I believe I have," said the shopkeeper,

and brought out four just as splendid boots,

one for each of Dog's paws.

"Bow-wow!" said Dog, "I'll take them."

Dog was so pleased that he went straight home

to dig up his very best bone.

But the new boots were not at all splendid or magnificent for digging,

and they got so muddy that they looked quite awful.

So Dog took them back to the shop.

"Have you got some that are better for digging?" he asked.

"I have just the thing," said the shopkeeper.

"These wellie boots are perfect in mud. It simply washes right off."

The wellie boots were wonderful for digging.

But when Dog went for a swim in the pond,

they filled up with water

and he sank with a plop.

PLOP

Dog took them back to the shop.

"Have you got some that are better for swimming?" He asked.

"The best thing for swimming," the shopkeeper said, "is flippers."

The flippers were fantastic for swimming.

But when Dog tried to scratch

they flip-flap-flopped around his head in a very unsatisfying way.

Dog took them back to the shop.

"Have you got some that are better for scratching?" he said.

"I'm glad you asked," said the shopkeeper.

"With these high heels, you can scratch

"and look rather fashionable at the same time."

For scratching behind Dog's ears, the high heels were simply divine.

Unfortunately, they were dreadful to run in.

He went flying, head over high heels.

Dog took them back to the shop.

"Have you got some that go a bit faster?" He asked.

"Oh, yes," said the shopkeeper.

"If you want to go super-fast, try skis. They go very fast indeed."

"I'll take them!" said Dog. And he was gone

before the shopkeeper could say, "But only on snow!"

Without any snow, Dog's skis didn't move at all.

He couldn't run or scratch or swim or dig.

On his way back to the shop, Dog had another little think.

"OK," he said to the shopkeeper, "I want something that's

"good for digging, and swimming and stretching and running.

"Oh, and nice and furry, too. Do you have anything like that?"

"No," said the shopkeeper. "But you do. They're called paws!"

WOOF

"Perfect!" said Dog.

Dog was so pleased with his nice, furry, practical paws,

that he scratched all the fleas from his coat, ran after his tail,

swam round and round the Queen's lake until she told him

to clear off, and dug a big hole to re-bury his very best bone.

Finally, Dog went home and picked out another brilliant book to read.

This time it was about a girl who didn't wear any rubbish boots,

but did wear...

A lovely red hood.

"Hmm," thought Dog.

And that story was called Dog In Boots. I hope you enjoyed it.

Now it's time for you to go to bed. I'll see you soon. Night-night.

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