Today I am very pleased to welcome Sun-Mi Hwang to my blog. The Dog who Dared to Dream is the second book by Sun-Mi and is her second book to be translated into English. Her debut novel, The Hen who Dreamed she could Fly sold over two million copies worldwide.
The Dog who Dared to Dream is the story of a dog named
Scraggly. Born an outsider because of her distinctive appearance, she spends
most of her days in the sun-filled yard of her owner’s house. Scraggly has
dreams and aspirations just like the rest of us. But each winter, dark clouds
descend and Scraggly is faced with challenges that she must overcome. Through
the clouds and even beyond the gates of her owner’s yard lies the possibility
of friendship, motherhood and happiness – they are for the taking if Scraggly
can just hold on to them, bring them home and build the life she so desperately
desires. The Dog Who Dared to Dream is a wise tale of the relationship
between dog and man, as well as a celebration of a life lived with courage.
I have been asked to share the first chapter of the book with my blog readers and I hope you enjoy.......
The brown
dog lifted her head off the ground and growled as she nursed her pups. But that
was it – she didn’t even bare her teeth. ‘I thought he’d come only after we
starved to death,’ she muttered.
The wire
mesh gate, covered with a blanket, opened with a clang. Cold air rushed in.
Shivering, she glimpsed the changing colours of the persimmon tree outside as
the old man entered the large metal cage. His footsteps had given him away; she
wouldn’t have remained so calm if it had been anyone else. After all, it had
only been thirteen days since she’d given birth.
The old man
closed the gate behind him and placed a steaming pot on the ground. He blew out
cigarette smoke, his face becoming blurry. ‘Now you guys aren’t so green any
more,’ he said, reaching down to remove the pups. They kept suckling, their
eyes closed. ‘You rascals! You’ll kill her with all that sucking.’
‘I’ll say,’
murmured the mother dog. She slowly got to her feet. ‘This litter has quite an
appetite.’ She looked exhausted. Her teats were red and swollen and her fur was stiff. She
began to wolf down her breakfast.
The old man crouched
nearby and finished the rest of his cigarette, watching her. She was shivering.
Her shoulder bones protruded from her thin frame. The pups snuffled around,
looking for their mother’s nipples, whining for her attention. She didn’t pay
them any mind, focused as she was on eating.
The man turned off the
kerosene heater in the corner. It had been on all night long. ‘All different
colours,’ he remarked.
Two were entirely
brown, two were brown with white spots, three were brown with black spots, and
one was very dark, almost bluish black.
‘Just a few more days
of hard work,’ he said, stroking their mother with his rough hand. ‘We’ll find
them owners soon.’
The mother dog finished
the entire pot, but she wasn’t quite full. She licked the remnants on the
ground and looked up at the old man, who was holding a spotted puppy that had
been pushed off the blanket they had been lying on.
He tutted. ‘The
firstborn . . . ’ He looked down at it sadly. The puppy was already stiff. ‘Weak
from the very beginning, and now it’s gone.’
‘That one was born too weak,’
sighed their mother. ‘It didn’t even suckle properly. Why is it always the
firstborns that make me cry, every time?’ She lay down again with a grunt. The
pups burrowed into her, nudging her with their heads and tapping her with their
front paws. Her belly jiggled gently. The babies struggled for nipples. The two
strongest ones, both brown, pushed their siblings aside and settled in the
middle. The black pup fell backwards in the tussle. She tried to push her way
back in but couldn’t clamber over her siblings’ legs. Whimpering, she tried
again. But nobody moved aside.
The old man gazed down
at her. ‘You’re certainly not the weakest. Why are you letting yourself be
shoved away?’ He placed the small, lightweight pup on his palm. ‘How did your
mother come to have an odd one like you? Your fur’s come in already. And you’re
all black!’
Thank you to the publishers, Little, Brown, for sending me the book to review and inviting me to be a part of the tour.
‘It’s a first for me,
too,’ said the mother dog. ‘Their father doesn’t look like that.’
The black pup sniffed
the man’s hand. It smelled of metal. She knew this scent. Earlier, her siblings
had pushed her, causing her to topple over onto the bare floor. She had hit her
head on the wire mesh, and this smell had enveloped her. Her eyelids fluttered,
her head hurting anew. She opened her eyes slowly to see the man’s wrinkled
face, patchy with dark scabs, burned by the sparks that landed on his face when
he soldered.
‘Look at you! You’re
the first to open your eyes!’ The old man plucked a brown pup nestled in the
middle and set down the blue- black puppy in its place.