photographer took lots of pictures for the newspaper. And when everyone congratulated Bobby and Lucy. Then Ms. Jones pulled Bobby, Lucy, and Mr. Quinn aside.
“Now, you understand that the finals for the Pet-O-Rama spokespet contest are nextweek in the state capital,” Ms. Jones said.
“Yes, we know,” Mr. Quinn answered. “We’ll be there.”
“Good, good.” Ms. Jones beamed at Lucy. “I think our little beagle has a good chance of winning the whole thing. She’s delightful.”
Lucy quietly basked in the praise. Clearly, she didn’t mind being described as delightful.
“If Lucy wins the contest, it will be a big opportunity for you, too, Bobby,” Ms. Jones went on. “If she becomes the Pet-O-Rama spokespet, she will be in several television commercials.”
Mr. Quinn nodded. “I remember that was on the entry form.”
“The pet’s owner is part of the commercials as well. I’m sure Pet-O-Rama wouldlike to feature a boy and his dog.” Ms. Jones beamed down at Bobby.
Bobby looked up at his father in horror. Before he or his father could say anything, Ms. Jones was pulled away by one of her employees.
“I can’t be in a commercial,” Bobby said.
“I know it wouldn’t be your favorite thing, Bobby,” his father said. “But you might not have many lines. It could be fun.”
Bobby thought about being in a TV studio with lots of strange adults telling him what to say and how to act. A scared, nervous feeling ran through his body. He looked at his father and shook his head.
“We’re getting a little ahead of ourselves, Bobby,” his dad added. “Lucy might not win that contest. For now, let’s enjoy Lucy’s win today.”
That’s what Bobby tried to do. Lucy was certainly enjoying it. If she were a cat, she would have purred. Instead she gave short, happy barks when anyone petted her.
Bobby’s mother was home when they got back. She saw Lucy’s blue ribbon right away. “Lucy won!” she exclaimed. “Tell me all about it.”
So Bobby and his dad sat around the kitchen table and gave Mrs. Quinn a blow-by-blow account. Bobby got excited all over again about Lucy’s win. Then Mr. Quinn explained about the television commercials, and Bobby felt himself flatten like a popped balloon.
“How do you feel about being in a commercial, Bobby?” his mom asked.
“Not good,” Bobby muttered.
“Would you do it?” Mrs. Quinn wanted to know.
Bobby hung his head. “I don’t think I could.”
Mr. and Mrs. Quinn looked at each other. Mrs. Quinn said, “If you don’t want to do it, I’m not sure it would be fair to let Lucy take part in the contest.”
Bobby looked up, shocked.
Mr. Quinn explained, “Pet-O-Rama is counting on a winner and an owner to be in the commercials.”
“You could be in it, Dad. Or you, Mom.”
“I think the company would rather have a boy,” his father replied. “Besides, Lucy is your dog.”
Bobby felt terrible. He didn’t want to keep Lucy from her big chance. But he didn’t want to be in a commercial, either.
Mrs. Quinn looked at Bobby. “Bobby, we have a couple of days to think about this. Let’s not make any decisions right now. Okay?”
“Okay,” Bobby agreed.
“In the meantime, let’s hang the blue ribbon on the living room mirror,” she said.
That night when Bobby was getting under his covers, Lucy jumped up on hisbed like she always did. Bobby gave her a big hug. “You had a good time today, huh, Lucy?”
Lucy wriggled closer to Bobby.
“You’d have a good time in the contest next week, too,” Bobby said.
Lucy just looked at Bobby with her big brown eyes.
“You could win that contest. You could be the Pet-O-Rama spokespet, easy.” Bobby flopped back against his pillow. This was Lucy’s big chance. Was it going to be ruined all because of him?
Starring Lucy and Bobby
N ow Bobby had two worries. He still had to stand in front of the class and give his oral report. And he had to decide what to do about the contest.
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