{"product_id":"fenway-and-the-bone-thieves-isbn-9780593406922","title":"Fenway and the Bone Thieves","description":"\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003eThe little dog with a GIANT personality from \u003ci\u003eFenway and Hattie\u003c\/i\u003e is starring in his own chapter book series!\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eThere’s nothing better than a brand-new bone!\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eAnd nothing worse than sneaky squirrels trying to steal it! But Fenway is smarter than those squirrels, and he finds the perfect place to hide his bone.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eThe only problem is the hiding place might be too hard for Fenway to find, too!\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eWith an easy reading level and lively illustrations, emerging readers will be eager to get their paws on the \u003cb\u003eMake Way for Fenway!\u003c\/b\u003e chapter books.\u003cb\u003e\u003cu\u003ePraise for \u003ci\u003eFenway and the Bone Thieves\u003c\/i\u003e:\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/u\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A good choice for dog lovers ready to dig into ­chapter books. . . Expressive sketches with a charmingly retro feel appear every few pages, breaking up the full-page text and providing clues to ­Fenway’s state of mind.” —\u003ci\u003eSchool Library Journal\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003eVictoria J. Coe\u003c\/b\u003e grew up in the seaside community of Duxbury, Massachusetts, and went on to live in New York and San Francisco, as well as large and small towns on both U.S. coasts. During her family's most recent move, she noticed her dog's confusion and started to wonder what was going through his mind. As they walked in Boston's Fenway neighborhood, his reactions to the sights, sounds, and smells of the city took hold of her imagination. While she has written for many publications and nonprofit causes, authoring her first novel for children is the realization of a lifelong dream. Victoria now lives with her family on the outskirts of Boston where she and her dog are always on the lookout for delivery trucks. And squirrels.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBorn in Malaysia, \u003cb\u003eJoanne Lew-Vriethoff\u003c\/b\u003e grew up in Los Angeles and now devides her time between Amsterdam and Asia. She has worked in the television industry as a character and concept illustrator for clients pitching children's television shows as well as in graphic design in New York. Besides making art, Joanne loves exploring the world with her family, road trips, photography, cycling along the Amsterdam canals at midnight, snorkeling, day dreaming, collecting picture books and stationary, and loves Kpop and Jazz.\u003cp\u003e1\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe Treat Place\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eEveryone knows that dogs are better than squirrels. Dogs make humans happy. Dogs live in houses. Dogs ride in cars. Squirrels do none of these things.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eSquirrels go where they don’t belong. Squirrels take things that aren’t theirs. Squirrels are sneaky.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIt’s a good thing humans have dogs to keep them safe from squirrels.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eRight now, I’m in the car with my family—Food Lady, Fetch Man, and Hattie—and no squirrels. I snuggle against Hattie in the back seat. She is the best short human ever.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShe pats my head. “Good boy, Fenway,” she coos. That’s Human for “You’re doing a great job.” What can I say? I’m a professional.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI can hardly wait to find out where we’re going.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe car pauses at the end of our street. I poke my head out the window. A sneaky squirrel is there on the sidewalk glaring up at me.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Look at me, Rodent,” I bark at him. “I’m riding in a car!”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe turns and scampers up a tree.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAs the car speeds away, I add, “You’d better stay up there where you belong!”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThere’s nothing like a car ride. The breeze rushes through my fur. My nose sniffs oaks and pines and grass. My tail thumps against Hattie’s leg. This is the life!\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWhen the car turns, I smell another scent. It’s the parking lot outside the Treat Place. That’s the giant building with lots of dogs and humans—and toys and treats. Yippee!\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI paw the door handle. “Hooray! Hooray!” I bark. “Let’s get in there!”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHattie giggles and opens the door. We hurry out of the car. I try to run straight into the Treat Place, but the leash holds me back. Of course Hattie wants me to wait for her. She loves going to the Treat Place as much as I do.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWe lead Food Lady and Fetch Man inside. My tail swishes wildly. The Treat Place has rows and rows of awesome things to check out. And it smells great, like loads of other dogs. And have I mentioned the yummy treats? I’m going to show Hattie where to find them.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI stick my head into the first row. Wowee—toys! My tail wags faster. “I could use a few more balls and squeakers and plushies,” I bark to Hattie. But she doesn’t give in. We follow Fetch Man and Food Lady to the next row.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI sniff there, too. Whoopee—treats! I smack my chops. “Let’s get some snacks,” I whine. “I’m soooo hungry!”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Fenway,” Hattie says. She leads me away. “No.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMy ears sag. Why aren’t we getting any treats? What could be more important?\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFood Lady steers a cart down another row, where Fetch Man grabs two big bags of kibble. And after that, we turn toward the back of the building. We are heading farther from the treats. I begin to get a bad feeling. This cannot be good.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e2\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe Prize\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWe meet a friendly German Shepherd, but Hattie won’t let us exchange bum sniffs. And then Fetch Man steers the cart down a row that smells like nasty cleaners. Yuck!\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFood Lady stops and stares at the bottles on the shelves. She picks them up one by one. She studies them as if they’re actually interesting. Eventually, she puts one in the cart and heads toward some that smell even worse.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eEw! The odor reminds me of those horrible drops that Hattie rubs on the back of my neck. “No, Hattie,” I plead as she follows Fetch Man and Food Lady. “Let’s skip the yucky drops and go back to the treats.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBut we don’t. Food Lady tosses \u003ci\u003etwo\u003c\/i\u003e boxes of yucky drops into the cart. Just when I think this trip cannot get any more terrible, we stroll past bottles that smell like shampoo. What did I do to deserve this?\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI have to get back to the treat row. And then convince Hattie that I need one. Or a bunch.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFood Lady puts a bottle of flowery shampoo into the cart. Fetch Man turns the cart and heads back to the front of the Treat Place. Uh-oh. That means they’re getting ready to leave.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThis is every kind of wrong. I spin around and drag Hattie to the treat row. “This way, Hattie!”  I bark. “You forgot my treat!”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHattie lets out a loud sigh.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI jump and pull. “I’ll never give up!”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Fenway, heel!” she commands.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eOh, I know this! I can get what I want by making her happy. I stop jumping and plop onto my bum. I gaze up at my short human. I tilt my head in that cute way she likes.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Aw, Fenway,” she sings. I can tell from her eyes that it’s working. She pats my head, and I give her hand a sweet little lick.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHooray! Hattie reaches for a delicious-smelling bone. Wowee, a bone is an even better prize than I was hoping for! I can’t wait to sink my teeth into it!\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWe rush back to Fetch Man and Food Lady with the bone. “Please?” Hattie asks them.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFood Lady raises an eyebrow. Fetch Man shrugs. Whoopee! That means they’re going to say yes!\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI drop onto my bum again. I look up at Hattie, ready to snatch that wonderful bone from her hand. I knew if I tried hard enough, this would work!\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBut when Food Lady says, “Okay,” Hattie plunks the bone into the cart along with the rest of the stuff.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWait a minute! She was supposed to give it to me.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThis isn’t fair! That bone is so close. I can smell it. I can see it. But I can’t have it.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThis is the worst day ever!\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWhen we get back to the car, Fetch Man puts everything in the trunk—including the bone. On the way home, I make a decision. I’m going to get that bone, and when I do, nobody will ever take it away.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"G.P. 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