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so many puppies since then! We have a lot of experience. Maybe they
would
let us be Honey’s puppy-raisers!”
    Charles and Lizzie looked at each other. They had not seen Mom fall this hard for a puppy since Buddy had arrived. Mom really wanted to keep Honey around for as long as she could.
    “I was thinking we could ask Dee for advice,” said Charles. “You know, Harry’s girlfriend? The one who owns Murphy?”
    “Great idea!” Mom agreed.
    Lizzie threw up her hands. “Whatever.”
    Dee and Harry came over the very next night. It took a little work to get Dee’s wheelchair into the house; the kitchen door was the only one wide enough. Harry and Dad had to lift the wheelchair up the back stairs. Charles had never thought before about how complicated it must be to do everything in a wheelchair.
    “I’ve been dying to see Honey again,” Dee said. She patted her lap, and Honey jumped up to put her paws on Dee’s knees.
    Hello! I remember you!
    Honey didn’t seem afraid of Dee’s wheelchair at all. Dee stroked the puppy’s head gently. Murphy sat next to Dee, as close to her as he could get. His eyes never left her face, even when Buddy batted at his ears and chewed on his chin, tryingto get the big dog’s attention. Meanwhile, the Bean looked at Dee’s wheelchair with big eyes.
    Dee smiled at him. “I’ll give you a ride later, how about that?”
    “’Kay!” The Bean stuck his finger in his mouth and smiled up at her, shy and excited at the same time.
    Charles and Mom took turns explaining about how they were hoping that Honey could become Noah’s service dog, and that they, the Petersons, could be her puppy-raisers.
    Dee listened and nodded, her face serious. “It’s a great idea,” she said when they had finished. “And I agree that Honey has a lot of potential. She seems so smart and calm!”
    Charles and Mom grinned at each other. But Dee had more to say.
    “But there’s one big problem, right from the start. Best Friends requires their service dog owners to be at least twelve years old — and Noah is only ten!”

CHAPTER EIGHT
    The day after Dee and Harry came over, Dad drove Sammy and Charles to meet Noah and his dad at the wheelchair basketball game, which was at a big, fancy college gym in Middle City. The place was packed with fans who yelled and clapped and stomped their feet so hard that the wooden bleachers shook.
    “This is so cool!” Sammy said.
    “Isn’t it?” asked Noah. “I hope I can play like these guys when I’m older.”
    “They are incredible athletes,” Dad said, shaking his head. “It’s amazing how they get around. Did you see how that guy managed to pick himself up after his wheelchair went over?”
    Charles didn’t say anything. He was trying topay attention to the game, but he could not stop thinking about what Dee had said. Or about how he was going to break the bad news to Noah.
    The action on the court was almost too fast to follow. Charles could not believe how quick the players were. Pushing their wheels with strong arms, they scooted around the court on their wheelchairs faster than Charles could run! Noah had explained the rules. “The main difference between this and regular basketball is that the players can only touch the wheel of their chairs twice between dribbles, otherwise it’s like traveling in regular basketball. You know, when somebody takes too many steps without bouncing the ball.”
    The players had special wheelchairs, very lightweight with special wheels that slanted inward so they could change direction quickly without tipping over. When three guys in wheelchairs surrounded a player with the ball, they could keep him from moving at all! The surroundedplayer would have to heave a long pass to one of his teammates.
    “Which team are we rooting for?” Sammy asked.
    “I know a guy on the green team,” said Noah. “His name’s Justin. He comes over to the community center to coach us sometimes. I have his autograph and everything.