She mentioned a list?” Aunt Amanda shook her head. “That could mean trouble.” It was later that same day, back at the Petersons'. Princess had not arrived yet, but Charles’s aunt Amanda had stopped by to say hello on her way home from a long day at work, and Charles was telling her all about the Yorkie that was coming to visit. Aunt Amanda was Dad’s little sister. Charles always tried to imagine Dad and Aunt Amanda when they were his and Lizzie’s age. Dad had once told him that Aunt Amanda reminded him a lot of Lizzie. So maybe when Aunt Amanda was Lizzie’s age she was bossy, too. But even if she was bossy then, now she was nice. Charles liked her a lot, and he loved to visit her at Bowser’s Backyard, her doggy day care center, where she took care of dogs whose owners worked all day and didn’t have time to play with them. Lizzie worked there one day a week, and she said she learned a lot every time. Charles thought Aunt Amanda might be the only person in the universe who knew more about dogs than Lizzie did.
