Jack (The Puppy Place #17)
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Aunt Amanda knows that Lizzie can't turn down the chance to foster a new puppy, so she brings over a boxer with an interesting problem. Jack loves to chew up everything in sight! Lizzie is very patient with Jack-- until he eats her favorite book. But when Lizzie gets in touch with the book's author, a dog fan, she feels better. Will Lizzie find the right owner for this special pup before her house is destroyed?
forever home for Jack!” Dad raised his eyebrows. “Really? That’s great!” “Who?” asked Charles. “Mary Thompson! She’s perfect. She works at home, she has a big yard, and she loves dogs. All the things Eileen said Jack needed,” said Lizzie. “I’m going to call her.” “She won’t take him.” Charles went back to playing tug with Jack. “She already has two dogs.” Mary Thompson was a writer who had recently moved to Littleton. Lizzie had met her when Mary had adopted Cocoa and Cinnamon, Buddy’s
greeting each of the Petersons in turn. “Look at him! He’s all muscle. What a little tank,” said Dad. “Jack! Slow down, buddy!” Aunt Amanda sounded exasperated, but she was laughing, too. Lizzie could see that it was hard not to laugh around this puppy. What a clown! He snuffled and sniffed at everything, reminding Lizzie of Pugsley, a naughty little pug the Petersons had fostered. But this dog was much bigger than a pug and had longer legs. “Hello, Jack.” Lizzie squatted down to pet him. The
ear and licked her cheek. She could smell his sweet puppy breath. Then he closed his eyes and went back to sleep. Lizzie watched Buddy for a moment. Was there ever a cuter puppy? He was such a good boy, too. He had been shut up in her room all evening, except for when she’d taken him out for a pee, and he’d never complained once. Lizzie climbed into bed and pulled up the covers. Good thing the next day was Saturday! Except for a couple of hours when she would be volunteering at the animal
inside.” “I am so sorry,” Aunt Amanda was saying when Lizzie and Charles went into the kitchen. Mom must have already told her how Jack had destroyed the entire kitchen. Lizzie got Jack a treat and sat down on the floor with the puppy on her lap. Mom looked at Aunt Amanda. “So, was this the problem? Was this kind of behavior why Jack’s owners were out of patience?” “Well . . .” Aunt Amanda looked down at the floor and kicked one foot into the other. She looked just like Charles did when he got
some questions for you. How did you decide to be a writer? Are the stories you write based on true stories, or do you make them up? Do you draw the pictures in the books? Are you going to write more books? Do you have a dog? What is your favorite color? When she was done, she went to find Mom. She was ready to e-mail her letter to Kit Smithers. CHAPTER SEVEN Mom was in her study. She sat at her desk, her head in her hands. Lizzie thought she looked upset. “Did Jack eat something?” Lizzie was