Chewy and Chica by Ellen Miles

Author:Ellen Miles [Miles Ellen]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 978-0-545-35965-8
Publisher: Scholastic Inc.
Published: 2010-10-15T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

Ding. Upstairs, Lizzie’s timer went off. She jumped up from the computer, where she was busy downloading information about puppy mills. She looked at the tiny puppy who sat alertly by her feet. “Come on, Chica. Time to go out.” Chica squinted back at her and let out a happy yip.

Again? Already? Well, okay! Fine with me. I’ll go anywhere with you.

Lizzie scooped up the tiny pup and headed downstairs. Charles and Sammy had finished setting the table, but dinner wasn’t quite ready yet. Good. She had so much to do to prepare for the big demonstration. She had already been on the phone with Maria, talking about it. They had decided on Friday, the day after next, as the perfect day. Lizzie had already printed out some informational brochures about why puppy mills should be banned. She could hardly stand to look at the pictures of skinny puppies all crowded into tiny cages. She’d saved one to give to Mom, for research for her article, and left one on Charles’s bed. He could use the facts in it when he wrote up his petition.

Lizzie heard Charles and Sammy whisper and giggle in the living room as she walked by. What were those two up to now? How many times had Sammy come up with some wild idea — and then talked Charles into doing some thing crazy? If you asked Lizzie, she’d say Sammy was a bad influence. He was funny, though; she had to admit that. Sammy always had a joke ready.

Outside, Lizzie put Chica down on the grass. The puppy scampered right over to the rosebush where Chewy and she had peed earlier. She squatted and peed. Then she cocked her head and squinted at Lizzie.

I bet this is why you brought me out here. Am I right? Am I right? Am I right?

“Good girl.” Lizzie ran over and scooped her up. “Oh, Chica, you’re really learning, aren’t you? What a good girl.” She kissed Chica’s nose, and the top of her head, and each of her ears. Chica trembled — and this time Lizzie could tell it was from happiness.

Back inside, Chica let out a yip.

Hey, bro! Where are you?

Chewy yipped back from the living room.

In here! Come find me!

Chica ran to find her brother. “Okay, Chica, you go play,” said Lizzie. She set her timer again and carried it upstairs, reminding herself to write up a description of her Twenty-Minute Plan to post on her favorite dog-training chat group. The plan really was a success. Soon she’d be taking Chica out every half hour, then every hour — until, in a few days, she wouldn’t need the timer at all anymore. By then, Chica would definitely be ready for a forever home.

Upstairs, Lizzie knocked on the door of her mom’s study. Mom was on the phone. She held up a hand to tell Lizzie to wait a second. Buddy and the Bean lay next to Mom’s desk, curled up together on Buddy’s dog bed. Sometimes the Bean liked to pretend he was a puppy.

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