Hachiko Waits

Illustrated by Machiyo Kodaira
Hardcover published by Henry Holt & Co., 2004
Paperback published by Square Fish, 2008

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Hachi walks with his master to the train station every day, goes home, and comes back to the station to meet his master’s train when he returns from work. But one day his master doesn’t return. Hachi goes home and comes back to meet the train every day for many years. His loyalty and devotion touch the heart of the Japanese people and change the life of a young boy named Yasuo forever. Based on the true story of the famous Akita who lived in Shibuya, Japan from 1923-1935, this is a must-read for dog lovers of all ages.

Illustration © 2003 Machiyo Kodaira

Read “Behind the Film – Hachi: A Dog’s Tale” by Vicki Shigekuni Wong.

Nico
Here I am with Nico, a Champion Akita owned by Polly Severance of Northfield, MA. Isn’t Nico beautiful? (Photo © Mary Vazquez)

Why I wrote this book

I have always been an animal lover and when I was growing up, I had a wonderful dog named Angus who looked just like Toto in the Wizard of Oz. Because my relationship with my dog meant so much to me, I wanted to write a book about how a dog’s love and devotion can change a child’s life. When I heard the story of Hachiko, I was so moved, I knew this was the story I wanted to tell.

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Excerpt

Chapter One

When Professor Eizaburo Ueno woke up, he liked to play a game with his golden-brown puppy, Hachi. He lay on his futon, not moving a muscle. He did not even open his eyes. Could he fool Hachi into thinking he was asleep? Not a chance. Hachi knew the instant his master was awake and told him so by pushing his cold, wet nose into the Professor’s hand.

“Good morning, Hachi.” The Professor sat up and rubbed the soft patch of white fur that ran from the puppy’s nose up between his eyes and stopped just below his pointy ears. “Did you sleep well, little friend?”

Hachi answered by wagging his fluffy curled tail back and forth with great enthusiasm.

“I am glad you had such a fine night,” the Professor said as he put on his glasses and rose from his sleeping mat. “Now come along, Hachi. Let us start the day.” He motioned to the puppy who followed along as the Professor washed himself, put on a dark blue kimono, and headed downstairs to eat the breakfast his housekeeper had prepared for him before she left for the marketplace.

The Professor entered the tatami room, walked across the straw mats covering the floor, and sat down on a cushion in front of a low wooden table.

He poured himself a cup of hot green tea. As he lifted the steaming teacup, he looked up at a calendar hanging on the wall. The page it was turned to had a beautiful picture of a bright yellow sun rising over Japan.

“April 1, 1924,” the Professor read out loud. “It is going to be a good day, little friend.” The Professor said this every day. He was a man of habit.

Professor Ueno began to eat his breakfast of miso soup, dried fish and seaweed, rice, cooked eggs, and pickled radishes. His housekeeper had also set out breakfast for Hachi: a bowl of rice with miso soup poured over it. Hachi went over to his bowl, sniffed at it once, and walked away. He sat in the doorway and gazed at his master with a pleading look in his dark brown eyes. The Professor knew what Hachi wanted, but he shook his head.

“No, Hachi. You cannot have yakitori for breakfast,” he said. Yakitori was the puppy’s favorite meal. “I will buy some for your supper tonight on my way home from the train station, and you can practice pulling the chicken off the skewers the way I taught you. Now eat your food.”

Hachi stayed where he was, and again the Professor knew what he wanted. Hachi played this game with him every morning. He was a dog of habit.

“All right, Hachi.” Professor Ueno went over to the dog’s bowl and knelt down beside it. “Mmm.” The Professor smacked his lips as he pretended to pick a bit of food out of the bowl and taste it. “What delicious rice this is, Hachi. Come and try a bite. Here.”

He scooped up a tiny bit of rice with his index finger and held it out to Hachi. The dog licked his finger and began to eat.

“Did you enjoy your breakfast this morning?” the Professor asked when Hachi was done. Hachi looked up at him with two grains of white rice stuck to his wet black nose.

The Professor laughed. “Let me wash your face, little friend. You cannot go around looking like that.” He tenderly wiped the dog’s muzzle with the corner of his napkin. “What a handsome dog you are.” Hachi sat up tall and straight, basking in his master’s praise.

The Professor finished his tea and rose from his cushion. “Now it is time for your lesson, Hachi. Come.”

Professor Ueno walked to the front entryway with Hachi at his heels. The genkan had a mat spread out along one wall, with several pairs of the Professor’s shoes lined up neatly upon it. The Professor stepped out of his house slippers and into a pair of geta, the wooden clogs he wore outside. Then together he and Hachi walked out of the house, across the front porch, and into the yard.

© 2003 Lesléa Newman

Reviews

“Leslea Newman has done an amazing thing. She has written a book that is both profoundly sad and hopeful at the same time. When the world needs such a story, Hachiko Waits shows us the very best in life: loyalty, devotion, our ability to love, to nurture, to care about someone other than ourselves — all taught by an beloved, intelligent and heroic dog. The voice and the art are authentically Japanese, though the heart of the book and its meanings cross all cultures. This book is for all ages. I love it.”

“Hachiko embodies all the best qualities of a dog. He is loyal, brave, gentle, and childlike. Based on a true story from Japan, this is a beautiful tribute to a historic dog.”