Baxter (The Puppy Place, Book 19)
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Jack and Lizzie are super excited to foster this adorable Portuguese Water Dog puppy!
Charles and Lizzie Peterson love puppies. Their family fosters dogs that are in need of a permanant home. Baxter is a Portuguese water dog whose owner has just lost her job. Lizzie offers to foster the puppy, until they can find the perfect forever home. But Baxter can't be left alone for more than a few minutes without getting upset. Can Lizzie help this little doggy?
tossing the toy into the air and pouncing on it over and over again. “Perfect,” said Katana. “He looked adorable. That’s just how we’ll do it with all of the other dogs.” Lizzie called Buddy over. “Good boy,” she told him one more time, when he brought her the fire hydrant. “I can’t wait to see how the picture turns out,” said Lizzie’s mom as she clipped on Buddy’s leash. “Here’s a peek right now,” said Katana. She showed Lizzie and Mrs. Peterson the screen on her camera. There was Buddy
distracted like this,” said Lizzie. “Maybe it will help him miss Elaina a little less.” When Maria’s parents arrived, Maria’s mom took off Simba’s harness and let the older dog join Buddy and Baxter in the backyard. The two puppies jumped at the big dog’s legs, growling and chewing on his ankles. Simba stood patiently, nosing at one puppy, then the other. Finally, he wagged his tail and gave each of them a lick on the cheek. “See? They get along great.” Lizzie picked up Baxter and brought him
sniff the air that came in. “We’re almost there,” she said excitedly. “Smell that?” Lizzie sniffed. The breeze coming through the window smelled fresh and clean. She nodded happily, feeling very lucky to be on her way to the cabin. Maria’s parents had agreed that it was fine as long as she did not take her eyes off Baxter for even a few minutes. That was no problem. Lizzie had learned her lesson. Baxter could not be alone — ever. She sniffed again. “It smells good. What is it?” “That’s the pine
was doing, and I had to tell her about the screen door. She was really upset.” “Has she found a job yet?” Maria’s mom asked. She had heard the whole story about Baxter’s first owner. “To tell you the truth, I don’t think she’s even looking,” said Lizzie. “She told me she spends a lot of time at the beach, watching dogs play. Then that makes her so sad that she goes home and lies on the couch and watches TV and eats ice cream out of the container.” “Poor kid,” said Mr. Santiago. “It’ll take her
Maybe this hollow, lonely feeling was what people meant by “homesick.” But when Lizzie looked back toward the cabin, the cheerful yellow light spilling from its windows made it look safe and welcoming. Lizzie yawned. Suddenly, she couldn’t wait to get into bed. Inside, the cabin was warm — so warm that Maria and Lizzie opened the window in their bedroom to catch the breeze from outside. Lizzie sighed with pleasure as she snuggled down under her heavy quilt. Baxter turned in circles, then