said Lizzie. “It’s like it was meant to be. Cody belongs there. I mean, he’s a Dalmatian! It’s tradition!” Lizzie had been reading all about Dalmatians and their history as “carriage dogs,” who ran alongside horse-drawn fire trucks. “They’ll all love him!” Maria predicted. “Especially now that he’s so much better behaved. That shows how well he can learn!” Cody had learned so much, so quickly. Lizzie could hardly believe it! A little over a week ago Cody had appeared on the Petersons’ doorstep, a barking, pulling, jumping bundle of energy. And today, here he was, trotting down the sidewalk between Lizzie and Maria like a perfect little gentleman. The head harness worked perfectly! Cody was a different puppy already. Lizzie would have loved to keep him forever, but by now she knew her mom would not agree to that. Mom liked Cody, but she did not like the way he shed little white hairs all over everything. It was time to introduce Cody to the man who Lizzie and Maria — and Ms.
