![]() ![]() Nope, just a bunch of old, deep-breathing moms. She said there would be other girls there my age. She switched the dog to the other arm and wiped her other hand.īreathe in through the nose, out through the mouth-ugh, that yoga class I took with Mom was stupid. Holding him with one arm, she wiped her clammy hand on the blanket. She wiped the sweat off his cotton ball-looking head, rubbing it farther into his fur. ![]() The sweat that gathered at the tip of her nose dripped onto Austin’s head. Her enormous, ugly, fire engine red glasses slid down her face. wait-I wonder, what else can I do? Who else can I turn into a dog? ![]() She tried to trace the outline of the pink dots on her green blanket, but her hands wouldn’t stop shaking. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.Ĭover Design & Layout: Susan Gerber Editor: Marlo GarnsworthyĪpril tightly held the little, white, fluffy dog as she sat on her bed, her heart pounding so hard, she thought it would pop out of her chest. Printed in the United States of Americaįirst Central Avenue Publishing Edition published by arrangement with Pinwheel Booksġ. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.Ĭentral Avenue Publishing, an imprint of Central Avenue Marketing Ltd. ![]()
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