�Oh, just look at this one,� Grace said longingly. �A Labrador. Isn�t she gorgeous?�

Mum smiled at her. �We haven�t the room, Grace, you know that. Even though she is beautiful. Lovely eyes.�

�Maybe a small dog, like a Jack Russell, then!� Grace started frantically scanning through the shelter website to see if they had any smaller dogs. �They�re those cute little terrier dogs that used to hunt rats. They�re really clever. And small! We�ve got room for one of those, definitely.� Grace looked hopeful.

�No, we haven�t. And you�ll need to get off the computer soon, Gracie, I have to get on to the estate agent�s website again, and see if any more flats have come up.� The Winters were looking to move at the moment, as there just wasn�t enough room for them all in their current flat, especially now Grace and her brother Danny were getting older.

�It�s no use, Gracie.� Danny sighed, as he squeezed behind the computer chair to go and make some more toast. The computer was squashed into one corner of the kitchen. �I�ve been trying to convince Mum and Dad to get a dog for years.�

Mum frowned at him. �Don�t you start, Danny. You both know we just haven�t got the space. It�s not fair to shut a dog up in a flat, even a little one. If we had a garden flat, maybe. But not on the seventh floor!�

Grace nodded. She knew it really, but every so often she managed to convince herself it wasn�t true, just for a minute. She went back to stirring her cereal, imagining running through the park with a gorgeous black Labrador or a bouncy little brown and white Jack Russell scampering beside her. If they were moving anyway� Was it too much to hope for a flat with a garden? She licked her spoon dreamily.

�Don�t get rice pops on the keyboard, Grace!� Mum warned.

�Hey!� Danny had paused behind Grace�s chair with his plate of toast, and was leaning over her shoulder. �Gracie, look! Mum, come and see!�

�I�m never going to get on to my computer,� Mum muttered, coming over to look at the screen. �Fairview Animal Rescue Shelter. You�re still on the dogs� home website? Danny, haven�t we all just agreed we can�t have a dog?�

�Yes, but look. Our Fantastic Volunteers! People who help at the shelter.� He grabbed the mouse and clicked on the link. �Look, they get to walk the dogs!� Danny beamed at Grace. �We could do that, couldn�t we? I know we can�t have our own dog, but we could borrow some. It would be like having lots of dogs!�

Grace practically pushed her nose up against the screen. There was a big photo of a hopeful-looking dog, with a lead in its mouth. Bonnie, she was called, apparently. �Could we do it, Mum?� she asked eagerly. �The shelter�s not far from here. Only a couple of streets away, on the other side of Fairview Park.�

�Sounds like a good idea to me.� Dad had walked in, and was staring at the computer now, too. �Anything that gets you out in the fresh air and not watching TV is good news. Does it say when they�re open? I�ll take you over there later, if you like.�

Danny scanned the page. �We�re always looking for more volunteers,� he read. �Please drop into the shelter!�

Grace smiled up at Dad delightedly. �You really mean it?� she breathed. She hadn�t really expected to be allowed a dog, and this was much, much better than nothing!

Harry was lying in his basket, with his nose shoved firmly into his blue cushion. It smelled like Beth�s house � his house � and it shut out the smells of other dogs. He couldn�t understand why Beth had left him here, and why she hadn�t come back. Beth had brushed him and fed him and loved him. She had run into the house to find him and play with him as soon as she got home from school. What had gone wrong? He hadn�t been naughty, he was sure.

He could still hear the other dogs barking and whining, however hard he tried to bury his head in the cushion. But then he heard the sound of footsteps. Slowly, he crept out of his basket, and went to peer through the wire door of the pen. Maybe Beth was coming back? She might even be waiting for him out there! He sprang up against the wire hopefully, and from further up the corridor Sally turned round to look at him.

�Hey, Harry�� she said very gently. �You decided to come and see what�s going on, did you?�

Harry�s ears went back, and his tail sagged again. Beth wasn�t there. Just that woman who smelled of other dogs. He slunk back to his basket, and Sally sighed. She hoped Harry wasn�t going to have a really hard time.

Harry thought miserably about home. It felt like the sort of time he�d normally be curling up at the end of Beth�s bed. His basket was usually only for daytime naps; he always slept with Beth. She�d probably have given him one of his favourite biscuit bones, too. He sighed, and snuffled sadly. She would come back, wouldn�t she?

Grace peeped through the glass door, looking at the dogs peering back at her from their runs. How could she not fall in love with them all?

�Grace, did you hear?� Mum said gently. �Don�t get too involved!�

Grace turned back and nodded. She would try�

The shelter wasn�t too busy, so Sally took Grace and Danny and Mum round to meet some of the dogs they�d be able to walk. There were so many � Grace was torn between being glad there were lots of dogs for her to get to know, and sad that they all had no homes of their own. It was heartbreaking when the dogs jumped up at the doors of their pens, their tails wagging desperately, licking her fingers, clearly begging for her to love them and take them home.

�Oh, this one�s gorgeous.� Grace knelt down in front of one of the wire-fronted runs to look at a little brown and white Jack Russell. �He�s only a puppy!�

Harry looked up hopefully. Grace�s voice sounded a little bit like Beth�s. But his ears flopped back again when he saw her � just another girl. He turned round in his basket so he didn�t have to look at her.

Grace gave him a surprised look. All the other dogs had been desperate for attention, and had wanted all the stroking and cuddling they could get. But this little puppy seemed to want them to go away!

�This is Harry,� Sally explained. �He�s our newest arrival. He was left with us a week ago, by a family who were moving to America quite suddenly. The girl he belonged to was about your age, Grace. She was really sad to leave him.�

�Oh, wow,� Grace murmured. She could imagine. Harry looked really young. The other girl couldn�t have had him for all that long before she had to give him away.

�He looks pretty miserable,� Danny said, crouching down to get a good look at Harry in his basket.

Sally nodded. �Yes, he�s really missing Beth, his old owner. He is eating, but not much, and he won�t respond to any of us when we try to cheer him up. I think he�s still hoping that Beth�s coming back for him.�

�That�s so sad,� Grace said, her voice wobbling. �I wish there was something we could do to help.�

Sally looked at her thoughtfully. �Harry isn�t ready to go out for walks yet, Grace. If you wanted to spend time with him, it would have to be here at the shelter. Probably just sitting with him in his run, letting him get used to trusting another person. It�s sad, but we just don�t have the time for that very often, with so many dogs to look after.�

Grace looked up at Sally, her eyes shining. �But I would love that!� she said gratefully. �Mum, is it OK? You don�t mind if I stay here while you and Danny walk your dogs?�

�Well, as long as it�s all right with Sally�� Mum said doubtfully.

�Honestly, you�d be doing us a favour,� Sally assured them. �We�re short-staffed, and we�ve all been feeling really bad that no one�s had time to work with Harry yet. But Grace, don�t expect too much to happen at once, will you? It might be a long, slow job. Poor Harry�s really moping.�

Grace nodded, looking at Harry�s smooth little back, as he lay curled into a ball in his basket. His nose was tucked under his paws, as though he was trying to shut out the world. She would take it really slow.

�I�ll let you into the run, then just sit down quietly to start with, not too close to him,� Sally told her. �Then I�m afraid it�s just all about waiting. See what he does. But if you spend some time with him every time you come, hopefully it will help him a lot. I�ll make sure I stay close to check you�re both doing OK.� She opened the door for Grace, and Grace slipped inside, trying to be as quiet and unfrightening as she could.

Harry raised his head suspiciously and glared at her. It was that girl again. What was she doing in his run? He huffed crossly through his nostrils, and�Grace tried not to giggle, it was such a funny little noise. She leaned against the wall of the run, and watched Harry, as he turned himself away and snuggled sadly into his basket again. It wasn�t quite what she�d imagined, sitting on the floor just looking at a dog, instead of racing round the park. But Harry was so little, and his face when he first looked up at her had been so hopeful, and then so terribly sad. Grace wanted so much for him to be happy again and sat there quietly until her mum and Danny returned.

Harry had always been a friendly dog when he lived with Beth, but he liked his own space, too. He didn�t really enjoy being cooped up with a lot of other dogs. And he hated being shut up in a run. However hard the staff tried to exercise all the dogs, they had to stay in their runs for a lot of the day. As for the noise � Harry was a sensitive little dog, and the sound of barking made him want to hide under his cushion.

What made it worse was that other people kept bothering him. He was taken out of the run and given to them to hold. He wished they would just leave him alone so he could wait for Beth to come back and get him. When was she coming back? He was still hoping that she would, but he was getting less sure every day.

That first day, Harry hadn�t even looked at Grace. She wanted to go to the shelter on Tuesday, but she had her ballet class. But on Wednesday, when Grace visited, Harry actually stood up in his basket and leaned over to give her a considering sniff. Hmm. So it was her again.

On Friday she was back, so he licked her fingers, just to be polite. When she went, he watched her walking down the corridor. She smelled nice, and he wondered whether she would come again. On Saturday, he sat up in his basket when she opened the run, and when she crouched down beside him, he put his paws on her knee, positively encouraging her to stroke him.

�Oh, Harry�� Grace breathed delightedly. He was pleased to see her!

Harry hadn�t been planning to make friends with the girl, but she was quiet and gentle, and she reminded him of Beth. It was nice to be stroked and petted again, and told what a lovely boy he was. He was still waiting for Beth to come back, of course, but there was no harm in letting this nice girl �Grace, the others called her � make a fuss of him.

The next Monday, Sally walked past Harry�s run to see him curled up in Grace�s lap while she stroked his ears. Grace was staring down at him with a little smile on her face. She was imagining that Harry was hers, and that they weren�t at the shelter, they were sitting on the grass in her garden, a lovely big garden, just right for a dog to play in. None of the flats that they�d seen in their house-hunting had had gardens, but this was only a dream, after all�

�You�ve done really well with him,� Sally said, smiling.

Grace jumped slightly � she hadn�t noticed Sally coming. Harry grumbled a little when she moved, and turned himself round to get comfy again.

Sally watched him, looking pleased. �You�ve got a great feeling for animals, Grace. You�ve been so patient, and it�s really paid off with Harry. We�ll start trying to introduce him to more visitors now, I think. We�d really like to rehome him soon.�

Grace only nodded. She couldn�t trust herself to say anything. She didn�t want Harry to be rehomed yet � then she�d never see him again.

Grace frowned at the knitting pattern. She was trying to make a little teddy for Harry to have in his basket, but knitting was a lot trickier than it looked when her nan did it. She sighed. She had a feeling that it wasn�t going to look like the picture, but then Harry would probably chew it to pieces anyway. She just really wanted him to have something to remember her by. Visitors to the shelter kept saying how cute he was, and she was sure he was going to be rehomed soon. Grace sniffed, and a tear smudged the crumpled pattern.

�Grace,� Danny called round the door. �We�ve got to go and look at this flat with Mum and Dad.�

Grace frowned. Her room at the moment was more like a cupboard, but she liked it, even if there wasn�t enough space for a desk and she had to do her homework on her bed. It was comfy like that, anyway.

The new flat was really nice, with a much bigger room for Grace. She could imagine all her dog posters up at last, with all that space, and loads of shelves for her tiny china animals and her books. But it was a second-floor flat � with no garden.

�So what did you think?� Dad asked, as they were walking back home. �I really liked it.�

Mum nodded. �Me too. Lovely kitchen. And your room was great, wasn�t it, Grace?�

Grace shrugged.

�What is it?� Dad asked. �Didn�t you like it?�

�I�d much rather have a tiny bedroom, and a garden, so that we could have a dog. I really would. I don�t need a big room, honestly.�

�She�s right,� Danny put in. �A garden would be brilliant.�

Mum sighed. �I know how much you two want a dog, and I�ve been really impressed with the way you�ve worked so hard at the shelter. But I still wouldn�t feel happy leaving a dog alone all day. We�ll have to think about it.�

But she gave Dad a thoughtful look, and flicked through the list of flats that the estate agent had given them. Maybe they could find something�

�Hey, Grace! I�m making some coffee; do you want some juice? And there�s a packet of chocolate biscuits, look, I splashed out. Fancy one?� Sally waved the packet at Grace as she walked past the kitchen on the way to see Harry the next day. On Saturdays Grace usually played with Harry, and then tried to spend some time with any other dogs that the staff thought needed fussing over. Sally had asked her to help with a couple of other dogs who were quite shy and needed someone patient.

�Chocolate biscuits! Yes, please!�

Grace leaned against the kitchen door, nibbling her biscuit. She couldn�t take it with her, the dogs would all want to share it, and chocolate was not good for dogs at all.

�You�re doing really well with Harry, you know, Grace. It�s made a big difference to him, you being here.� Sally stirred her coffee thoughtfully. �You�re going to miss him when he goes to a new home, aren�t you?�

Grace nodded, her mouth full of biscuit. �Mmmf.�

�Now that he�s so much friendlier, I don�t think it�s going to be all that long before he goes. He�s such a sweetie. Just keep it at the back of your mind, OK? I don�t want you to be upset, that�s all.�

Grace stared into her orange juice. �I know�� she said at last. �I won�t be upset. Really.� She told herself that it was true, she�d always known that Harry would be rehomed. But deep down, she knew that she�d been secretly pretending that he was hers.

�Anyway, I reckon you could take him for a real walk today, if you fancy it?� Sally grinned as Grace nearly hugged her. �Watch it with the juice! I think he�s ready. Danny�s here, isn�t he? Your mum�s happy for you to go out if he�s with you, isn�t she?�

�Yes.� Grace nodded excitedly. �I�ll tell him.�

Sally smiled. �It�s OK, I�ll find him. You go and put Harry�s lead on. I should think he�ll keel over with excitement. He just hasn�t been getting enough exercise. Jack Russells really like a couple of hour-long walks every day.�

Sally was almost right. As soon as Harry saw his lead, he started jumping up madly, leaping about and practically bouncing off the walls. He could jump easily as high as Grace�s waist. She had to pin him under one arm to keep him still enough to put the lead on. �Calm down, calm down, silly boy,� she murmured lovingly as he leaped up to try to lick her face.

Eventually she led him proudly out through the reception area, where Danny was waiting with Bella, the Labrador they�d first seen on the shelter website.

It felt so exciting, walking out of the shelter with Harry on his lead � it was a smart blue one that had been his when he belonged to Beth�s family, and he looked lovely.

�Remember how I showed you, get him to walk to heel!� Sally called after them.

Grace looked down at Harry and grinned. Heel was a good idea, but� He was just so excited. She had to keep gently pulling him back every time he lunged after a strange smell, or wanted to chase a fluttering leaf.

Harry was blissfully happy. He hadn�t been outside the shelter in so long � but as soon as he�d seen his lead, and heard Grace say walk, he knew exactly what it meant. He loved walks. He wanted to see everything! Every bee was a possible enemy that needed chasing, every leaf had to be checked out.

Grace was glad that Sally had reminded her to keep a really good hold on Harry when they passed other dogs. A huge Alsatian was walking beautifully to heel along the road towards them, and Harry spotted him even before she did. He barked mightily (just to show the Alsatian he wasn�t scared, even if he was a little�) and tried his best to show that he was the bravest, toughest dog in the world.

The Alsatian�s owner smiled at Grace. �You�ve got a real little character there!�

Grace nodded breathlessly. All her energy was going on keeping Harry under control. She hoped he wouldn�t be like this with every dog in the park!

Luckily, he started to calm down after that, and by the time they were passing the shops he was walking quite nicely to heel.

�Hey, Grace, if I just tie Bella�s lead on this hook, is it OK if I nip in and see if they�ve got the new skateboarding magazine?� Danny asked.

Grace looked doubtfully at Harry. He didn�t look like he wanted to stop. �If you�re really quick!� she agreed.

�Brilliant. Back in a minute.� And Danny disappeared inside the newsagent�s. Bella sat down patiently and didn�t seem to mind waiting, so Grace bent down to pet Harry.

�Hi, Grace!� Someone was calling. Grace looked round to see her friend Maya from ballet coming down the road with her sister. �I didn�t know you had a dog! What�s his name? Can I stroke him?�

Grace blinked. �He�s called Harry,� she said slowly. �Yes, of course you can stroke him, he�s very friendly.� She knew she ought to tell Maya that Harry wasn�t actually hers, but she just didn�t want to� It was so nice to pretend that he really belonged to her. Harry was being so good, sitting and letting Maya pat him. Grace was so proud of him! And his good behaviour was mostly down to all that time she�d spent with him � so why shouldn�t she let Maya think that he was hers?

�Come on, Maya, we�ve got to go,� Maya�s sister told her, and Maya stood up reluctantly.

�Grace, could I come over again one day, and play with you and Harry? He�s gorgeous, you�re so lucky!�

Maya had come over to tea a couple of times before, and they�d had a great time. But what was Grace supposed to say now? If Maya came round, she�d know that Grace didn�t really own Harry.

Grace looked down at the floor. �I�ll have to ask my mum,� she mumbled.

Luckily, Maya�s sister was in a hurry. �Come on, Maya, now,� she said, heading off down the road.

�Um, see you at ballet!� Grace called, as Maya hurried off after her sister.

Maya was calling something back to her, but Grace pretended not to hear. She just hoped Maya didn�t think she was being unfriendly. And what was she going to say to her at ballet if she asked again about coming over?

Maybe she should have told Maya the truth after all�

Grace gulped. She looked round quickly to check that none of the staff were close enough to hear, then said quietly, �Um, I�m not sure. Jack Russells aren�t great with very young children. They can be a bit snappy if children bother them too much��

It was actually true, Jack Russells could be snappy. But Harry had never shown signs of anything like that, and Grace knew she was being mean by trying to put them off. She just couldn�t bear to see him go to someone else.

�You might want a gentler dog, with your baby,� she added. �Have you seen Maggie? She�s a cross-breed, but she�s really sweet, and so friendly and well-behaved.�

Luckily, the family thought Maggie was lovely, and when Grace left the shelter they were talking with Sally about adopting her. But Grace felt terrible all the way home.

�What�s up?� Danny asked her. He�d been exercising Bella and Frisky, a retriever, in the outdoor yard. �You haven�t told me anything about all the cute stuff Harry did today. Have you managed to get him to shake hands yet? You reckoned he�d nearly got it.�

Grace gave a sad little shrug. �He can almost do it. Danny, one of the families who came today really liked him. I sort of put them off, because they had a baby and Jack Russells aren�t good with little kids, but it was mostly because I didn�t want them to take him� I don�t want him to go,� she explained.

�Oh, Gracie,� Danny said, putting an arm round her shoulders. �Sally and Mandy warned us when we started. You promised you wouldn�t fall in love with any of them.�

�I know!� Grace wailed. �But Harry�s so gorgeous, Danny, I don�t want anyone else to have him except for me!�

Danny sighed. �Well, you managed to put those people off today, but Gracie, you can�t be there every time someone likes him. It�s going to happen, you know, sooner or later.�

�Some help you are,� Grace sniffled, but she knew it was true.

It was about to happen even sooner than Grace had thought. Mrs Jameson, the young woman who�d asked Sally about Harry, came back that Sunday. She was a perfect owner. No small children, a big garden for him to play in, and she worked from home some of the time so he wouldn�t be too lonely. The shelter staff were delighted.

So was Harry. He�d seen Grace come in just after the lady once before and he assumed they belonged together. So when he saw Sally loading all his toys into his basket, and bringing out his lead for this lady, he was certain that she must be taking him to see Grace. He didn�t understand why Grace wasn�t fetching him, but he was quite sure that that was where they were going.

�What do you think of your new home, Harry?� As Mrs Jameson put his basket down in the kitchen, Harry looked round with interest. It was nice. Lots of space, and loads of things to sniff and explore. He wondered where Grace was. He sniffed behind all the cupboards, then checked under the table, in case she was hiding. Hopefully she would come soon.

Grace hadn�t been able to go to the shelter for a few days � they�d been busy flat-hunting and today was Tuesday, so she had to go to ballet after school. She crept into the changing room. Luckily, Mum had dropped her off a bit late, so Maya would probably be already changed and in the ballet studio, and Grace wouldn�t have to talk to her before the class started. She just knew that Maya was going to ask about Harry, and she still hadn�t worked out what to say.

Speedily, Grace changed into her leotard, and put her hair up, then she sneaked into the studio, just in time. She looked round for Maya as they did their warm-up routine, but she couldn�t see her. All the way through the class, Grace watched for Maya, but she never arrived.

Grace had got away with it � for one week, anyway.

Grace ran into the shelter on Wednesday afternoon, dashing ahead of Danny. She�d really missed Harry over the last few days; it felt like ages since she�d seen him. And she�d finally finished Harry�s toy last night � she couldn�t wait to give it to him.

She raced along to Harry�s run, and gasped. He�d gone! There was a friendly-looking black spaniel there instead, who woofed an excited hello, and came to greet her. Grace stood by the run, her heart racing, hardly feeling the spaniel licking her fingers. Maybe he�d been moved? Yes, that was it. Harry must be in one of the other pens, that was all. She said goodbye to the spaniel, who stared after her sadly, and searched the rest of the kennel area. Every pen was full, but none of the dogs was Harry. Sally met her coming in from the outdoor area, her head hanging.

�Oh, Grace! I didn�t know you were here yet.� Sally looked at her worriedly. �Grace, I�m sorry, I really wanted to tell you before you saw he was gone.�

Grace nodded.

�A really nice lady�s taken him,� Sally promised. �She has a lovely big garden for him to run in.�

�Oh,� Grace whispered. Then she turned and ran back down the corridor.

Danny was putting a lead on one of the other dogs, a big greyhound that he really liked. He straightened up when Grace brushed past him. �Hey, what�s the matter? Grace? Where are you going?� He stared after her, then followed. He had a horrible feeling he already knew what had happened.

Harry lay in his basket, staring sadly round the kitchen. He�d been at his new home for two days now, and his new owners had both had to go to work today. He was all alone. He hadn�t liked the noise and bustle of the shelter, but it felt very strange for things to be so quiet.

And where was Grace? He had been sure that this was her house and he was going to live with her, but it had been ages and she still hadn�t come. He was beginning to have a horrible feeling that the wrong person had brought him home, and he didn�t know what to do about it.

At least it wasn�t dark now. The kitchen was very frightening at night, and he howled for someone to come and keep him company. At Beth�s house he had been allowed to sleep on her bed, never shut up on his own all night.

Mrs Jameson had come downstairs and comforted him the first night, but she wasn�t the person he really wanted. Mr Jameson patted him occasionally, but he kept sniffing, and he sneezed whenever Harry came close to him. His sneezes were very loud, and quite scary. Harry was spending an awful lot of time shut up on his own in the kitchen, because he and Mr Jameson didn�t seem to be able to be in the same room together.

Harry sighed. Maybe someone would come and play with him soon. Maybe even Grace. He really hoped so. But Beth had gone, and not come back. Had Grace left him now, too?

�Did you miss me at ballet last week?� Maya called, slipping off the swing and running over. �I had a tummy bug, and Mum said if I was missing school, I couldn�t go to ballet.� Maya looked down at Jake, and then up again, confused. �That�s not the same dog you had last time, is it? The other one had a pointier nose, and � and stuff.�

�Um, yes�� Grace muttered.

�Wow, have you got two dogs now?� Maya asked excitedly.

Grace stared down at Jake and shook her head. She was too embarrassed to look at Maya. �I haven�t got a dog, they aren�t mine. Neither of them.� Then she pulled on Jake�s lead and suddenly dragged him off across the park.

Maya stood staring after them, looking surprised and rather upset.

Grace found Danny trying to persuade Finn to leave the squirrels alone, and told him what had happened. She was almost crying.

�So you just ran off?� Danny asked disbelievingly.

�Yes�� Grace admitted.

�You muppet. Why didn�t you explain? I bet she would�ve understood.�

�No, she wouldn�t. I�d have to admit I lied to her when I met her that time with Harry. I let her think he was mine, Danny. I never actually said it, but I didn�t tell her no when she said he was.�

Danny blinked as he worked that one out. �I still think she�d understand if you explained it properly. You�ll have to anyway. She�s bound to ask you at ballet. Or else she�ll be really off with you, and you�ll be all miserable every Tuesday.�

�I could stop going to ballet�� Grace suggested desperately.

�Like Mum�s going to let you do that, silly! How can you be so good at getting dogs to understand you, but too shy to talk to people properly?� Danny shook his head. �Nope, you�ll just have to explain. Is she still here?�

They looked over at the play area. Maya was there, talking to her sister.

�Come on!� And Danny grabbed Grace�s arms and marched her and Finn and Jake across the park.

Grace slowly approached Maya, looking embarrassed.

�Go on!� Danny nudged her.

�I�m so sorry,� Grace muttered. �I didn�t mean to pretend Harry was mine, but when you thought he was, it was so nice. I really, really wanted him to belong to me, you see.�

Maya gave her a confused look, confused and slightly suspicious. �So neither of them are yours? Who do they belong to then?�

Grace sighed sadly. �The animal shelter. Me and Danny go and help there after school. We take the dogs for walks.�

�Ohhh.� Maya nodded.

�I didn�t mean to run off, it�s just that I suddenly realized you�d know I�d lied to you and I didn�t know how to explain everything.� Grace looked at Maya, hopefully. Danny had been so sure that if she explained, Maya would be OK with it. Was he right?

�If you liked Harry so much, why didn�t you take him home?� Maya asked.

�Mum says we can�t fit a dog in our flat.� Grace sighed. �But Harry was so sad when he first came to the shelter. I spent ages trying to cheer him up, and it was almost like he was mine. When you thought he actually belonged to me, it was like my wish come true.�

�At least you can see him at the shelter,� Maya said. �It sounds like fun.�

Grace sighed. �I can�t any more. Someone else adopted him at the weekend; that�s why I�ve got Jake today instead. Harry�s gone.�

�Oh, Grace! That�s so sad.� They were silent for a minute, then Maya looked at her and Danny shyly. �So you still go to the shelter? Could I maybe come with you one day? I love dogs too; I�d really like to see them all.�

�Oh, yes! Why don�t you meet us there tomorrow?� Grace smiled. �Mum said we could definitely go on Saturday morning, didn�t she, Danny? And they�re always wanting more help.�

Grace never even noticed that someone else was there in the park. Mrs Jameson was working from home, and had taken Harry out for a quick walk. He was enjoying the smells � the park was full of interesting litter bins, and squirrels, and the scents of other dogs � but he wished he was with Grace. He plodded slowly round the path, watching the other dogs, and the children playing. He wondered where Grace was now.

And then he saw her. Grace was over on the other side of the park � with another dog. Harry stopped dead, and ignored Mrs Jameson gently pulling at his lead. Had she forgotten him already? Harry barked and barked, pulling on his lead as hard as he could, but she was too far away to hear him.

Did Grace have another dog now? He missed her so much, as much as he�d missed Beth when she went away. Why did everyone go away? Harry sat down in the middle of the path and howled broken-heartedly.

Mrs Jameson was worried that he might be hurt somehow. She picked him up and hurried him home, where he curled up in his basket and wouldn�t be played with all evening. He even refused to eat. He felt so lonely and he wanted Grace to come back for him so much. Why did she have another dog now? Didn�t she love him any more?

Mrs Jameson just didn�t know what was wrong with Harry and when her husband got home from work she told him how upset Harry seemed. �I want him to be happy here, but he doesn�t seem to be settling in at all,� she admitted.

Mr Jameson sighed. �I�m not sure this is working out either��

Mrs Jameson nodded sadly. �I know. We can�t just keep shutting Harry in the kitchen, and your allergy�s getting worse every day.�

Mr Jameson gave her a hug. �I�m sorry, I know you really wanted a dog��

His wife smiled. �But it isn�t fair on either of you. I�ll ring the shelter and arrange to take him back there tomorrow.� She sniffed. �Poor little Harry��

Harry lay blissfully in Grace�s lap, his paws folded on his stomach, eyes closed. The only thing that could make this better would be some food. He was fairly sure dinner would be here soon�

�Harry� Harry�� Grace was whispering to him. �I�ve got to go, sweetie. It�s time for you to be fed.� She lifted him gently off her lap.

Harry slid sleepily off, and looked up at her, puzzled. She was going? Again? But she�d only just come back! Grace was opening the door of his pen, and he flung himself at her, howling. No! He didn�t want her to go, she might not come again!

Grace shut the door of the run, her fingers trembling. Harry was howling so loudly, everyone in the shelter was looking round, wondering what was happening.

Sally walked quickly towards them. �Don�t worry, Grace, I�ve got some food for him; hopefully that�ll help calm him down. You go. See you soon, OK? Don�t worry about Harry, he�s just had a hard couple of days.�

Grace nodded, blinking back tears. It was really hard to leave him when he was so upset. Maya and Danny were hurrying up the corridor towards her, looking worried.

�Maya told me Harry was back. Was that him howling?� Danny asked.

Grace nodded and sniffed. Danny gave her a hug and they headed for the door. Mum was waving to them from reception, telling them to hurry up.

Maya had just opened the door when there was a sudden crash, and they turned back to see that Sally had dropped Harry�s food bowl. It looked like he�d jumped at the door of the pen as she�d opened it, and knocked into her. Now he was racing down between the pens, barking madly, with Sally chasing after him.

Harry settled at Grace�s feet, his tail wagging desperately. Other people were allowed to take him home. Why couldn�t she? She was the one he wanted to go home with!

Hopefully, he held out one paw, the way she�d been teaching him. Grace�s eyes were full of tears as she crouched down to take it. Harry gave a triumphant little bark. He�d done it right. There. Surely she couldn�t send him back to his run now.

Grace picked him up, and rubbed her cheek against his smooth fur. Then she handed him back to Sally, and ran. She couldn�t bear to see him like this.

Danny, Maya and Mum found her outside the shelter, leaning against the wall and crying.

�Oh, Grace�� Mum said worriedly. �I�m sure he�ll be all right in a minute.� Grace gave her a disbelieving look, and Mum sighed. �Well, maybe not straight away, but I�m sure he will get over it.�

�But it isn�t fair!� Grace sobbed. �He�s always having to get over things. His first owner had to leave him, and now this one�s given up on him, and he just wants to be with me and I can�t have him!�

Mum put an arm round her shoulders comfortingly, and Danny asked, �Mum, isn�t there any way we could have him? You know how hard Grace has worked.�

�I do know, and I�m really proud of you, Grace. But Harry needs lots of space to run around. And he�d hate being shut up while we�re all out during the day. I�m sorry, Grace, I wish things were different, but you know we can�t have a dog at the moment.�

Grace smiled politely as the lady who owned the flat chatted to her about whether she liked the bedroom that would be hers. She just wished Mum and Dad would stop fussing about the bathroom and get on, she was so sick of flat-hunting. They�d already seen this flat anyway, yesterday, when Grace and Danny were at school. Why did they need to look at everything again?

They finished at last, and Sheila, the owner, led them back towards the kitchen. �I�ll just show you the garden,� she said over her shoulder. �I�ve had a bit of a tidy-up since you saw it yesterday, but I�m afraid I�m not much of a gardener.�

Grace gasped. �A garden! There�s a garden?�

Sheila turned back and smiled. �Yes, didn�t your parents say? The garden goes with this ground-floor flat, you see.�

Grace looked at Mum and Dad, her eyes wide with hope. �So could we�?�

Mum nodded and laughed. �Yes! I mean, it�ll take a little while before we can move in, of course. But your dad and I have talked this over and, yes, we can have Harry.�

Grace flung herself at her mum and hugged her. �You planned all this, I can�t believe it!�

Her mum laughed and led her over to the window. �When we saw it, we realized how perfect it would be for you and Danny. You�ve both worked so hard at the shelter. Now you get to have your own dog.�

They looked out at the garden. It was messy, full of weeds, but Grace could just imagine Harry bounding up and down, barking joyfully as she threw a ball for him to chase.

Danny stared out too, his face split by an enormous grin, but then he frowned. �What about us all being out in the daytime? You said we couldn�t leave Harry alone all day.�

Dad nodded. �It�s OK. I�ve spoken to the people at work, and they�re happy for me to take Harry into the office with me some of the time. And when I have a heavy day of meetings, your mum should be able to pop home and give him a walk in her lunch hour.�

�Oh, Dad!� Grace hugged him, and then her mum again. �Thank you so much! Can we go home and ring the shelter now?�

When they got back, Grace was standing hopefully holding the phone before anyone else had even got their coat off. She�d even found the number on the kitchen noticeboard.

�All right, all right!� Mum laughed and took the phone.

Grace waited with her fingernails digging into her palms, listening to the ringing at the other end.

�Oh, hello, could I speak to Sally, please? Oh, it is you, hi, Sally. This is Amanda Winter, Grace and Danny�s mum. Yes, we�re all fine, thank you, we�ve missed you, too. But actually, we�ve got some good news. We�re moving, and we�re going to have more space in our new flat. We think we might be able to adopt Harry after all.� Mum smiled excitedly at Grace, but then there was a long pause, and the smile faded. Her voice had flattened when she next spoke. �Oh. Oh, I see. Yes, well, that�s good. Yes. We should have expected it. I�ll tell her. Thanks. Bye.�

�Someone else has taken him, haven�t they?� Grace asked, her voice shaking, and Mum nodded.

�Oh, Gracie, I�m so sorry.� She sighed. �Sally said he�s gone to a family this time. The children aren�t too young for a dog, and they�re all keen on having him. He�ll be having a lovely time�� But she couldn�t make the words sound happy.

�If only we�d found the flat sooner,� Grace wailed.

�It�s terrible luck,� Mum agreed. �We�ll just have to try and be happy for Harry. I know it�s hard.�

Dad picked up Grace and hugged her, even though he was always saying she was too big for him to do that now. Danny sat at the kitchen table with his chin on his hands, staring out of the window. �I can�t believe we just missed him,� he muttered. �It isn�t fair��

�You probably don�t want to think about this right now,� Dad said slowly. �But � there are other dogs. Loads of dogs at the shelter who need a home.�

�Not yet,� Grace interrupted. �We couldn�t just yet.�

�No, I know. But think about it. Harry�s found a lovely home. But we could give a home to another dog.�

Grace nodded, and sniffed. At last she said slowly, �Maybe. We could have Finn, he�s your favourite, isn�t he, Danny? The one who ate your mints?� Her voice was shaking.

Danny nodded. �But I think he�s too big, even for a flat with a garden. Harry would have been perfect��

�He would, wouldn�t he?� Grace tried to smile. �I suppose at least now I can go and help at the shelter again, without worrying about upsetting Harry. Oh, I do hope he likes the new people! He deserves a better chance this time!�

Harry was pulling anxiously at his lead as Sam Ashcroft coaxed him to chase the ball. The children were so bouncy and excited, and it was just too much for him. Harry had had such a hard time recently � moving around all over the place, and having to get used to so many new people. He simply wasn�t ready for three energetic children who wanted him to play all the time.

�Why won�t he chase it?� Sam asked crossly. �I�ve been trying for ages.�

�Maybe he�s tired?� Luke suggested. �Mum�s over there chatting to that lady from school, we�d better tell her.�

�But I don�t want to go home!� Lily wailed, and Harry flinched at the noise.

Mrs Ashcroft said goodbye to her friend and walked over to the children. �Come on, guys, we need to get home. Sally from the shelter�s coming to see how we�re doing with Harry.�

Harry plodded along the pavement with Luke, jumping when cars whooshed past. Everything seemed frightening at the moment. He wished he could just curl up in his basket, and everyone would leave him alone. His ears were tensely pricked for the whole walk, and when a piece of litter blew in front of him, he gave a sharp, frightened little bark.

Mrs Ashcroft looked at him worriedly, but she didn�t say anything.

The children were even noisier than usual when they got home. After Lily had nearly run him over twice with her doll�s pram, Harry decided to take drastic action. He hid under the sofa. It was quiet, it was dark, and nobody could find him to make him chase balls, or jump into boxes, or even just to hug him. He didn�t want to be hugged right now.

The doorbell rang, and Harry shuddered as the children thundered down the hallway to the door.

�I just don�t know where he could�ve got to,� Mrs Ashcroft was saying worriedly. �We came back from our walk about twenty minutes ago. He must have slipped away somewhere.�

�Is he settling in well?� It was a familiar voice. Harry was sure he knew it. It wasn�t Grace, but it made him think of her. He poked his nose out from under the sofa so as to hear better.

�There he is!� Lily shrieked, and Harry promptly shot back underneath.

Lily crouched down to peer under the sofa, and Harry backed away from her. She swept her hand underneath, and called to him to come out. Harry barked anxiously. Why wouldn�t they just leave him alone?

�Lily, stop that!� Mrs Ashcroft said worriedly. �Now, Lily!�

Harry was still barking, a sharp, unhappy bark that sounded like a warning. Leave me alone! Go away!

Lily scrambled up, her bottom lip wobbling. �I don�t like it when he barks like that,� she said tearfully.

Mrs Ashcroft sighed, and looked at Sally. �I was hoping to be able to tell you he was starting to settle in,� she said. �But I just don�t think he is. The children have tried really hard, but I think we�re a bit too much for him to take. He�s a lovely little dog, but he just doesn�t seem very happy.�

Sally nodded sadly. �I think you�re right. I�ve got a dog-carrier in my car. I�m so sorry it hasn�t worked out. Hopefully we can find you another dog, one that�s used to a busy house.� Mrs Ashcroft and the children left Sally to coax Harry out, which she managed by being very quiet, and opening a packet of dog treats. Then it was back to the animal shelter � again.

�He really is the boomerang dog, isn�t he?� Sally sighed, as she and Mandy watched Harry eating his breakfast on Sunday morning.

�It�s such a pity Grace couldn�t take him home,� Mandy said. �She built up such a fantastic relationship with him.�

Sally nodded, then she smiled slowly. �Of course! You�ve given me a brilliant idea! I wonder if Grace and Danny are coming in today? I might give their mum and dad a call.�

She came back out of reception smiling. �They�ll be here shortly. I can�t wait to see Grace�s reaction.�

Mandy was frowning. �But I thought you�d decided that Harry loving Grace so much was stopping him settling with a new owner? Are you sure you want him to see her again?�

Sally nodded. �But I didn�t tell you � the family�s moved. They wanted to adopt Harry, but he�d already gone to the Ashcrofts. They were going to think about another dog when they felt ready. And I�ve told them that the perfect dog has just arrived��

Grace pushed open the door to the dogs� area, leading the way for Mum and Dad and Danny. Her hands felt sweaty, and slipped on the door handle. She was so nervous. Sally had said that a wonderful new dog had arrived, one who would be perfect for Grace and her family.

Why wasn�t she happy?

All she could think of was Harry. She tried desperately to picture him with those other children, having a brilliant time. This other dog really needed a home, too.

�You all right?� Danny asked her, looking at her thoughtfully.

�I suppose,� Grace whispered. �It just feels odd.� �I know.� He sighed. �But this dog will be fab, too.�

Grace grabbed his arm. �Look!�

Sally was walking down the passage, carrying a puppy in her arms. A Jack Russell puppy, white with brown patches, whose ears pricked up as he heard Grace�s voice. He gave one joyful bark, and twisted right out of Sally�s hold, leaping to the ground, his paws scrabbling frantically as he raced towards them.

�Harry! It�s Harry!� Grace scooped him up, and he licked her face delightedly, all over, then generously leaned out of her arms to lick Danny, too. He�d missed Grace so much, and she�d come, she�d come back for him!

Sally grinned. �Told you I had the perfect dog��

�I can�t believe it,� Grace whispered, hugging Harry tightly. �Thank you so much!� she told Sally.

Sally smiled at her. �I�m just glad he�s found the right home at last. I don�t think he�ll be coming back to us again. But you have to do me one favour. Will you write to Beth, his old owner, for me? Tell her all about Harry�s new home?�

�Of course!� Grace nodded eagerly. Harry looked round to see Sally fetching his basket and toys out of the run, and handing them to Danny. She gave Grace his lead. Harry�s stubby little tail wagged delightedly as Grace clipped it on. He�d never seen Grace look this happy before. He gave her a hopeful look. If his basket and his toys were coming�

Grace was staring at him with shining eyes. �Oh, Harry! You�re really coming home with us. We don�t have to say goodbye this time.�

�Harry, don�t chew that pencil,� Grace giggled. �Dogs aren�t meant to eat pencils. It�s not good for you.��She reached over to her bedside table. �Look, have a biscuit bone instead. But don�t leave any crumbs on the duvet, OK? Mum�s not sure about you being on my bed; we don�t want to give her anything to complain about!�

Harry gnawed happily on the dog biscuit, letting Grace chat away. He loved it when she talked to him. Perhaps after she�d finished this thing she was doing they could go to the park, with Danny too. He gulped the last of the bone, and stretched out his paws. She was still writing. He�d have a little sleep.

Grace looked down at him lovingly, curled up next to her teddy. She couldn�t believe Harry had found a home at last � with her.

Dear Beth,

Sally gave me your address so I could write and tell you all about Harry. He has been living with us for two weeks now, and he is lovely. (I know you know this already!) I really hope you�re enjoying living in New York, and you don�t miss him too much.

Did Harry like smoky bacon crisps when he lived with you? He stole a whole packet out of my brother�s bag yesterday. Luckily Danny loves him so much he went and got him another packet from the newsagent�s. Mum was really cross, but it�s OK, Harry wasn�t sick.

Harry loves playing in our garden and going for walks, and he�s very clever at doing tricks now. He can shake hands, and roll over, and he�ll almost stay, but not if you put a dog biscuit in front of him, we�re still working on that one!

Lots of love,

Grace and Harry�