Sit, Stay, Love: A Wish Novel
But the more time Cecilia spends with Potato and Eric, the more she questions everything she thought she knew about dog shows ... and a certain cute show-dog trainer. Can Cecilia save Potato -- while also listening to her heart?
out crossed some invisible social boundary? What if our maybe-friendship only existed on the kickball field? “Well, I guess I’ll see you later.” Lily’s voice pierced through my thoughts. She was already turning the corner to her next class, and I had to head the other way. “Okay … Well, wait!” I said before she could walk away. “Are you doing anything after school, by any chance? I volunteer at Orphan Paws, and today I’m taking the dogs on a walk. Would you … would you like to join?” I braced
the mall in Winchester!” she announced. “A carnival?” “It’s just one of those little traveling ones. I saw the signs for it when I was shopping with my mom the other day. We have to go—I’m dying for some cotton candy.” I laughed at how excited Lily seemed to be about cotton candy. “Do they have rides?” “Of course! And, as mentioned before, cotton candy.” I hesitated, thinking about what it would be like to spend that much time with Eric. But the notion of getting to see Potato, and hang out
over to the truck window. My stomach fluttered as I watched him walk toward me with two forks and the delicious, deep-fried confections. Were the flutters from guilt? Or something else entirely? After Eric and I ate our funnel cakes, and Lily ate an entire bag of her favorite addiction, she asked, “You guys want to play some games? Or we could hit some rides.” “Rides!” I said quickly. My dad had always been suspicious about rides that were set up and torn down in new places all the time, so I
exactly as she pleases and ignores all commands … unless there are cookies involved). Sit, Stay, Love is her first middle-grade novel. Visit her online at www.jjhowardbooks.com. Copyright � 2016 by Jennifer Howard All rights reserved. Published by Scholastic Inc., Publishers since 1920. SCHOLASTIC and associated logos are trademarks and/or registered trademarks of Scholastic Inc. The publisher does not have any control over and does not assume any responsibility for author or third-party
hit your head or something?” he asked, in a tone that suggested that I had not only hit my head but maybe damaged my brain, too. I let out the breath I’d been holding and closed my eyes. “No,” I answered, deciding that nice Eric had probably been some sort of mirage. I scrambled to my feet, brushing the hallway dust off my jeans. I realized I had made us both late for first-period science. Eric turned and headed down the hall, and I hurried after him and into the classroom. Mrs. Wilson glanced