Snowball (The Puppy Place)

Snowball (The Puppy Place)

Ellen Miles

Language: English

Pages: 80

ISBN: 0439793807

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Welcome to the Puppy Place--where every puppy finds a home!

Charles and Lizzie Peterson are very good with puppies.  They want one of their own, but their mom isn't ready for them to have one full time.  For now, they help take care of puppies that need to find a new home.  They are a foster family for young dogs.

The Peterson kids hear about Snowball.  Someone left the fluffy puppy all alone at a gas station in a tattered, old box.  Snowball is sick and hungry.  He needs a family of his own.  Can Charles and Lizzy find one that is just right?

 

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excited he could hardly think straight. Dad just laughed. “The sooner we get there the sooner we’ll know more about this pup,” he said. “Let’s go!” “You guys are so lucky,” Sammy said. “I wish I could come, but I have to go home and take care of Goldie and Rufus. Call me as soon as you get home. I want to meet the new puppy!” Charles and Lizzie climbed into the truck and fastened their seat belts. “Okay, Dad, tell us everything you know,” Lizzie demanded as they headed downtown. “Also, does

every bit of wrapping paper into big, wild, colorful piles, and draped ribbons all over the furniture. When Mrs. Collins saw that mess, she was never going to let Mrs. Peabody adopt Snowball. “I guess we’d better go find him,” Dad said grimly. They all followed him as he led the way to the den and opened the door. “Aww,” sighed Mrs. Collins when she looked in. “What a darling!” There were no wild piles of shredded wrapping paper. No ribbons draped from wall to wall. There was just fluffy

“Oh, no, a little dog?” she asked. Lizzie loved dogs as much as Charles did, but not all dogs. She mostly liked big dogs, like golden retrievers and Labradors and Great Danes. She always said they were “real dogs.” They were dogs you could play with and throw sticks to and hug around the neck. Lizzie said that little dogs didn’t count. Dad felt the same way. “No such luck,” he said as he pulled up at Littleton’s main stoplight. “I think Bruce said the dog was white and kind of fluffy.” Lizzie

Christmas, and everybody in Room 2B had heard it over and over again. “Say why you are writing the letter at the very beginning,” Mr. Mason said. “And make sure to let the reader know who you are.” They had been writing letters for weeks, and Charles felt like he had already written a thousand letters. Well, maybe ten. At least five. There was the one to the President. Charles asked him about how he had named his dog. There was the one to Holly James, his favorite writer. Charles asked her

vacation. “How would you like to be called No-name?” Charles answered. “Anyway, he has much too much personality for that. He needs a good name.” Mom said they would know the right name when it came along. Charles hoped that would happen soon. When they arrived at The Meadows, Charles suddenly felt shy. What were he and Mrs. Peabody going to talk about? As he and his classmates walked into the main building of the apartment complex, Charles tried to think of some topics. Mr. Mason had given

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