“Oh, it’s horrible!” Janey blurted out. She wished she hadn’t seen the photo at all. The dog looked miserable. He had floppy ears and big, brown eyes. Other than that, he was so dirty and dusty that Janey couldn’t even guess what kind of dog he was.
Lolli’s eyes filled with tears. “Who would treat a dog like that?” she cried. “We have to do something!”
“What can we do?” Janey rubbed Roscoe’s head.
“Let’s go ask Mom and Dad.” Lolli grabbed the tablet and hurried into the house.
The inside of the farmhouse smelled like scented candles, coffee, and Roscoe. Lolli’s parents were sitting at the big wooden kitchen table drinking coffee and reading the Sunday newspaper.
When Lolli showed them the picture, her mother looked concerned. “Oh, the poor thing,” she said.
Lolli’s father ran a hand through his curly hair. “Where did this photo come from, girls?” he asked.
“I’m not sure.” Janey shrugged. “Whoever sent it didn’t put her name on it.”
“What can we do to help that dog?” Lolli asked her parents.
Mr. and Mrs. Simpson glanced at each other. “That’s our girl,” Mr. Simpson said. “ ‘The only thing necessary for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing.’ ”
“Huh?” Janey blinked. Was Lolli’s dad going crazy, or did he think she and Lolli were men?
“It’s a famous quotation,” Mrs. Simpson explained with a smile. “It means we’re very proud of you two for wanting to get involved.”
Lolli’s father nodded. “Why don’t you forward that photo to the animal shelter?” he suggested. “The people there will know how to get the authorities on the case.”
“Good idea.” Janey found the shelter’s website. She forwarded the photo of the skinny dog to the e-mail address on the contact page.
“I hope they can help that dog,” Lolli said softly, staring at the photo.
Janey glanced at it one more time, then shuddered and clicked it off. She didn’t want to look at the poor little dog’s sad face any longer.
“Let’s look at some nicer pictures now,” she said.
But it didn’t work. Janey couldn’t stop thinking about the sad gray dog for the rest of the day.
“I can’t stand it any longer,” Janey told Lolli the next day at recess. “I’m going to ask Ms. Tanaka if I can call the shelter.”
“Good idea,” Lolli agreed.
Their homeroom teacher, Ms. Tanaka, was the playground monitor that day. Janey was glad it was her and not grumpy old Mr. Wells. Ms. Tanaka was young and wore cool clothes and laughed a lot.
“Oh, wow,” Ms. Tanaka said when she heard about the neglected dog. “Go ahead and check in with the shelter. Here—you can use my phone.”
“Thanks.” Janey took the phone the teacher handed her.
“Third Street Animal Shelter, may I help you?” a familiar-sounding voice answered when Janey called the shelter’s number.
“Kitty? Is that you?” Janey said. She told the shelter worker who she was and why she was calling.
“Oh, I’m so glad you checked in, Janey,” Kitty replied. “Do you know anything else about the dog in that photo?”
“No.” Janey clutched the phone tighter. “That’s why I sent it to you guys. That dog needs help!”
“Oh, yes, we agree.” Kitty sounded apologetic. “We forwarded the photo to the town’s animal control officer. But she can’t take action since nobody knows where the dog is located. If you can find out more, please call us back, okay?”
“Um, okay.” Janey wasn’t sure how Kitty expected her to find out more. She was just a kid!
She hung up the phone and gave it back to Ms. Tanaka. The teacher was listening to a third grader complain about a boy teasing her, so she just nodded and smiled.
Then Janey went back over to Lolli and told her what Kitty had said. “Now what?” Janey finished. “We have to figure out how to help that dog!”
“Yes, definitely,” Lolli agreed, looking worried. She glanced toward the playing field, where several kids were kicking a soccer ball around. “Adam’s over there. Let’s see if he has any ideas.”
They called Adam over, showed him the dog’s picture, and told him what was going on. “Wow,” he said with a frown. “That’s messed up. How can anyone keep a dog that way?”
“Have you ever seen this dog?” Janey asked him. “You know—while you’re out walking dogs and stuff?”
“No way.” Adam shook his head. “I’d definitely remember!”
Janey bit her lip. Adam walked dogs all over town. “What if that dog isn’t even around here?” she wondered. “It could come from a town miles away. Then we’ll never find—hey, watch it!”
Zach was zooming straight toward her on his skateboard. He stopped just in time to avoid crashing into her.
“Hey.” He grinned. “I didn’t scare you, did I? So how’s the blog business?”
Janey didn’t answer. She wished Zach would go away. But Lolli and Adam started telling him about the skinny dog.
“…but we don’t know where the dog is, so they can’t help him,” Lolli finished.
“No problem.” Zach grabbed Janey’s tablet out of her hand. “I can find out who sent the photo. Then all you have to do is track him down and ask where he saw the dog.”
“You can?” Adam brightened. “How?”
Zach was already typing on the keypad. “You need to have a verified name and address to post on the blog,” he mumbled as he worked. “It’s part of the kid-safe software.” He hit one more key. “Here you go—this is who sent that picture.”
“Vanessa Chaudhry,” Lolli read aloud. Her eyes widened. “Hey, she goes to this school!”
Janey knew Vanessa, too. She was the best singer in the fifth grade—she always had solos in the school concerts. “The fifth graders should be coming out for recess while we’re on our way in,” Janey said. “Let’s try to talk to her then.”
Vanessa looked startled when Janey and the others surrounded her a few minutes later. At first she tried to deny she’d taken the picture. But when Janey told her that the animal shelter couldn’t help the dog without more information, Vanessa bit her lip.
“Oh! I thought posting the picture would be enough,” she said. “I really want someone to rescue that poor dog.”
“Then tell us where he is!” Janey urged. “We won’t tell anyone you told us.”
“Okay.” Vanessa described where she’d seen the dog. It was a rural area on the opposite side of town from Lolli’s farm. “I really hope you can help him,” Vanessa added as Ms. Tanaka headed over to shoo Janey and her classmates inside. “No dog should have to live like that.”
