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and Maggie smiled down at both of them. Charles smiled, too. The tiny Yorkie had definitely found her perfect forever family.

PUPPY TIPS
    All dogs deserve to be treated with love and caring. Are you spoiling your dog if you give him special treats, or let her sleep on the bed with you? Not necessarily. The important thing is that your dog has good manners and is a well-behaved member of the family.
    But sometimes spoiled dogs — like Princess — can make life miserable for everyone. They might bark or whine when they don’t get their way, destroy things that are important to you, or run off when you are trying to call them.
    If your dog acts spoiled, you might need some help from a good animal trainer. She won’t train your dog — she’ll train
you!
With help, you can learn how to help your dog be the best, happiest dog he or she can be.

Dear Reader,
    Have you ever known a dog that was spoiled? I have friends who treat their dogs really, really well. Some people cook for their dogs — every day! Other people send their dogs to camp, give them fancy birthday parties, get them massages, or constantly buy them treats and toys. I don’t believe any of these dogs are really spoiled — but they sure are happy.
    Everybody loves their dogs! What’s the funniest thing you ever heard of someone doing for their dog?
    Yours from the Puppy Place,
    Ellen Miles

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GOLDIE
    Charles woke up with a bad feeling in his stomach. Why? For a minute, he couldn’t figure it out. Then he rolled over and looked at his clock. It was 3:46 A.M. , and Charles could hear the loud “deedle-deedle-dee” of his dad’s pager going off. Mr. Peterson was a volunteer fireman. When his pager went off, there was a fire somewhere in town.
    Charles listened to his dad’s footsteps going downstairs. Then he heard the slam of a truck door and an engine starting up. He lay there for a while, worrying a little. He decided to stay awake until his dad came home.
    But he must have fallen asleep, because when he woke up again, the sun was shining and his clock said it was 7:16. Charles rubbed his eyes and climbed out of bed. Then he raced down to the kitchen and looked out the window.
    Dad’s red pickup was not in the driveway.
    Mom was making French toast while the Bean—Charles’s little brother—crawled around on the floor by her feet. The smell of cinnamon made Charles’s mouth water. “Is Dad —” Charles began.
    “Dad’s fine,” Mom said. “He called a little while ago. There was a big fire, but everyone is okay.”
    Charles let out a big breath. It was cool to have a fireman dad, but scary sometimes, too.
    “He’ll be home soon,” Mom told Charles.
    “Where was the fire?” asked Lizzie, scuffing her slippers as she shuffled into the kitchen. She rubbed her eyes and yawned. Lizzie was Charles’s older sister. It always took her a long time to wake up.
    “Out at a farm in Middletown,” Mom said.
    At this, Lizzie’s eyes popped open. “Were any animals hurt?” she asked.
    Mom shook her head. “I don’t think so.” She flipped a slice of French toast. “Set the table, okay?” Mom asked.
    That
proved
that everything was okay. What could be more normal than doing chores?
    Since there was no reason to worry, Charles decided to ask his favorite question, the one he asked every single morning.
    “So
why
can’t we have a dog?” he asked.
    His mother sighed. “Again?” She pulled the orange juice out of the fridge and filled four glasses and the Bean’s purple sippy cup. “Do we have to talk about this every day?”
    “Only until we get a dog,” Lizzie said, with a sleepy smile.
    “First you said we couldn’t have a dog because our apartment was too small,” Charles reminded his mom. “Then we moved to this big old house, and now there is plenty of room.” He followed Lizzie around the table, putting a fork