crept forward. In the sunlight, I could see that it was dirty and scruffy, but it didn't seem either sick or hurt. In fact, it spotted my ice cream cone, bounded over to it, and began to lick it happily.
"He looks kind of like Louie," I said to Jessi. "He must be part collie." (Louie was this wonderful collie that was our family pet for years. He died not long after we moved into Watson's house. We miss him a lot.) "Hey, boy. Where do you belong?" I asked the dog. I looked for his tags, but he wasn't wearing a collar.
"He must be lost. Or abandoned," said Jessi.
"That does it. I'm taking him home." "To Lame's?" asked Jessi.
"Well, yes. First. But then I'll bring him to Stoneybrook with me." "Kristy ..." "Don't say a word!" I picked up the dog, threw out what was left of the cone, and marched back to the Dakota, Jessi following me. We were across the street from Laine's building when something occurred to me. "I bet the dog won't be allowed in the Dakota," I said. "Lots of apartment buildings don't allow pets." "What are you going to do?" Jessi wanted to know.
"Sneak him in. You help me. Create a distraction so I can get him by the security guard. Faint or something." "I am not going to faint/' said Jessi. "I'll ask for directions." Jessi was great. I have never heard anyone sound more confused. "Lincoln Center is west of here?" she repeated. "And south? Which way is west? . . . I'm a tourist." When the guard turned his back to point out "west/' I ran by him, the dog safely in my arms. But, uh-oh. Now how was I going to get him by the Cummingses? I was in luck. Laine was at home, but her parents weren't.
As I ran the dog into the guest bedroom, Laine exclaimed, "You can't keep a dog in here! He's not allowed." "Tell me about it," I replied.
"We'll have to hide him." "That's what I was thinking. Let's keep him in the guest bedroom. Your parents wouldn't open the door to the room Jessi and Mal are staying in, would they?" "I guess not," said Laine uncertainly.
"Perfect." I closed the door behind us. Laine and I looked at the dog, who looked eagerly at us. He wagged his tail. I think he smiled.
"What are you going to do with him?" Laine asked.
"Take him home. There are so many people and animals at my house that one more won't matter." "Are you sure?" 'Til call Mom at dinnertime. . . . Wait," I said. "I just thought of something. I wonder what Jessi — " At that moment, Jessi entered the room. She looked very pleased with herself.
"What happened?" I asked.
Jessi grinned. "That poor guard is so mixed up! I asked him for all these directions, then I told him I needed them for tomorrow and I walked inside." (The guards knew who we were. They must have thought Jessi was totally ditsy. Oh, well. She had told him she was a tourist.) "Kristy," Laine spoke up, "that dog is going to have to, um, piddle soon. Don't you think we should put down newspapers for him? And get him some food and dishes and toys and stuff?" "Definitely." I handed over the rest of my souvenir money to Jessi and Laine, who agreed to go shopping while I dog-sat.
When they returned, we played with our new pet for awhile. Finally, I decided it was time for me to call home.
Mom wasn't there, but Watson was. I told him the story of the dog. "So can I keep him?" I asked.
"Absolutely not," replied Watson.
Uh-oh.
Mary Anne.
Chapter 10.
Stacey and I had planned a heavy schedule of activities for Tuesday. We just kept thinking of things to do. Then, while we were walking around, we found other things to do. That's what I love about New York. Stuff is happening all the time. You never know what you'll discover.
"Okay," said Stacey cheerfully as we ushered Alistaire and Rowena outside the Dakota on Tuesday morning. "We're off to the Museum of Natural History." "To see the dinosaurs!" added Rowena.
"The dinosaur skeletons," Alistaire corrected her. "Just bones, remember?" "Right. Just bones," repeated Rowena.
"There's also a huge whale I think you'll like," I said.
"A real one?"
"He looks kind of like Louie," I said to Jessi. "He must be part collie." (Louie was this wonderful collie that was our family pet for years. He died not long after we moved into Watson's house. We miss him a lot.) "Hey, boy. Where do you belong?" I asked the dog. I looked for his tags, but he wasn't wearing a collar.
"He must be lost. Or abandoned," said Jessi.
"That does it. I'm taking him home." "To Lame's?" asked Jessi.
"Well, yes. First. But then I'll bring him to Stoneybrook with me." "Kristy ..." "Don't say a word!" I picked up the dog, threw out what was left of the cone, and marched back to the Dakota, Jessi following me. We were across the street from Laine's building when something occurred to me. "I bet the dog won't be allowed in the Dakota," I said. "Lots of apartment buildings don't allow pets." "What are you going to do?" Jessi wanted to know.
"Sneak him in. You help me. Create a distraction so I can get him by the security guard. Faint or something." "I am not going to faint/' said Jessi. "I'll ask for directions." Jessi was great. I have never heard anyone sound more confused. "Lincoln Center is west of here?" she repeated. "And south? Which way is west? . . . I'm a tourist." When the guard turned his back to point out "west/' I ran by him, the dog safely in my arms. But, uh-oh. Now how was I going to get him by the Cummingses? I was in luck. Laine was at home, but her parents weren't.
As I ran the dog into the guest bedroom, Laine exclaimed, "You can't keep a dog in here! He's not allowed." "Tell me about it," I replied.
"We'll have to hide him." "That's what I was thinking. Let's keep him in the guest bedroom. Your parents wouldn't open the door to the room Jessi and Mal are staying in, would they?" "I guess not," said Laine uncertainly.
"Perfect." I closed the door behind us. Laine and I looked at the dog, who looked eagerly at us. He wagged his tail. I think he smiled.
"What are you going to do with him?" Laine asked.
"Take him home. There are so many people and animals at my house that one more won't matter." "Are you sure?" 'Til call Mom at dinnertime. . . . Wait," I said. "I just thought of something. I wonder what Jessi — " At that moment, Jessi entered the room. She looked very pleased with herself.
"What happened?" I asked.
Jessi grinned. "That poor guard is so mixed up! I asked him for all these directions, then I told him I needed them for tomorrow and I walked inside." (The guards knew who we were. They must have thought Jessi was totally ditsy. Oh, well. She had told him she was a tourist.) "Kristy," Laine spoke up, "that dog is going to have to, um, piddle soon. Don't you think we should put down newspapers for him? And get him some food and dishes and toys and stuff?" "Definitely." I handed over the rest of my souvenir money to Jessi and Laine, who agreed to go shopping while I dog-sat.
When they returned, we played with our new pet for awhile. Finally, I decided it was time for me to call home.
Mom wasn't there, but Watson was. I told him the story of the dog. "So can I keep him?" I asked.
"Absolutely not," replied Watson.
Uh-oh.
Mary Anne.
Chapter 10.
Stacey and I had planned a heavy schedule of activities for Tuesday. We just kept thinking of things to do. Then, while we were walking around, we found other things to do. That's what I love about New York. Stuff is happening all the time. You never know what you'll discover.
"Okay," said Stacey cheerfully as we ushered Alistaire and Rowena outside the Dakota on Tuesday morning. "We're off to the Museum of Natural History." "To see the dinosaurs!" added Rowena.
"The dinosaur skeletons," Alistaire corrected her. "Just bones, remember?" "Right. Just bones," repeated Rowena.
"There's also a huge whale I think you'll like," I said.
"A real one?"
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