She played with him, worked on his sit pretty trick, gave him treats, and patted him. At bedtime, Charles took Buddy into his room to sleep, and Dad helped Lizzie bring Jack’s crate upstairs. She got the puppy all settled in, then climbed into her own bed. Jack was much quieter now that he wasn’t all alone down in the kitchen. He whimpered a little bit at first, but when Lizzie told him to hush, he settled down with a sigh and soon he was snoring. Nice for Jack — but Lizzie could not sleep a wink. Jack sure was a handful. Where on earth was the perfect forever home for a dog who chewed and ate everything he could get his teeth into? It was only good luck that so far Jack had not eaten anything in the Petersons’ house that would make him really sick. Mom and Dad would not be happy if they had to take him to the vet. Lizzie knew she did not have long to find this puppy a home, but she was still sure she could do it — somehow. She believed that there was a perfect home for every puppy.
