I can’t believe they all showed up.” Lizzie stared at the crowd gathered in front of PetLove the next morning. Dozens of people and dogs milled around, and more arrived every minute. Lizzie spotted a man peering out the PetLove window. He was wearing a suit jacket over a button-down version of the red PetLove staff T-shirt. “That must be Mr. Sneed!” she said. She smiled at him. He did not smile back. “We don’t have nearly enough signs for everyone to carry,” Charles said, beginning to unload a pile of signs from the back of Dad’s truck. He and Sammy and Lizzie and Maria had worked together for hours the night before, painting signs with slogans like? NO MORE PUPPY MILLS! and LOVE YOUR PETS? DON’T SHOP AT PETLOVE! Charles had figured that a lot of the people he had talked to the day before would be there. But the crowd this morning was even bigger than he had expected — probably because Mom had mentioned the demonstration in her article, which had come out in that morning’s paper.
