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walking round the village, asking people if they’d seen a little black and white puppy. 
    When Molly opened her mum’s office door, her mum beckoned her over to the computer. “Look, I’ve been working on something for you,” she said in a pleased voice. 

    Molly gulped. Max’s face was staring at her from the screen, the word LOST shouting out at her. It was one of her favourite photos of him – you could just tell he was wagging his tail like mad, even though it was only his head showing. His tongue was hanging out a bit, and his eyes gazed brightly into hers.
    Her mum scrolled down to show her their phone number and a note saying when Max had disappeared, and asking people to check their garages and sheds in case he’d got shut in. “I thought we could print them out and put them up round the village. I know we’ve asked most people already, but maybe the photo will jog people’s memories?”
    Molly nodded, still feeling too choked to speak. It was so awful to think that she might only ever see Max again in photos like this one. She mustn’t think like that. But it was getting very hard not to…

    “He looks great!” Jasmine gazed delightedly at the puppy frisking around with an old chew-toy on Monday morning. He was miles different from the weak, pitiful little creature he’d been two days before. “His leg seems so much better.”
    The scary-looking cut was now just a neat line of stitches in a shaved patch of pinkish skin. Even the redness round the stitches seemed to be fading away. 
    “He does look good, doesn’t he? Puppies tend to heal pretty quickly,” the vet agreed, smiling down at him. “He’s a great character, really cheeky. And he’s a pedigree Old English sheepdog puppy, too, I think. Probably quite valuable.”
    Jasmine’s mum was looking thoughtful. “If he’s a pedigree puppy,” she said, “he’s not likely to have been abandoned, is he? He must have got lost. His owners must be really upset.”
    Mike nodded. “Yes, to be honest, I’m surprised we haven’t heard anything. Stambridge isn’t that big a place. I would have thought that if anyone had lost a special little dog like this, they’d have let the police know, and it would have been passed on to us too. He’s too young to have been chipped, unfortunately.” Seeing Jasmine’s blank look, he explained, “Microchipped. A lot of dog owners have a tiny ID chip injected into their dog’s neck, just in case something like this happens. It’s a really good idea.”
    “So you haven’t heard anything?” Jasmine said slowly, petting the little dog’s ears. She supposed she ought to hope that his owners would find him, and he’d soon be back at home and safe, but she just couldn’t. She’d been visiting the vet’s every day to see how he was – she was more interested in the puppy than in her holiday!
    “No, no one’s been in touch. There are a couple of other vets in the area, and I’ve called them, and we’re going to put his photo up on our website. I think we’re going to have to give him a name – I can’t keep on just calling him ‘puppy’!”
    Jasmine smiled. “I think you should call him Lucky,” she said, glad to be distracted from thinking about the puppy’s real owners. “You said when we brought him in that he was lucky that the car only just caught him, and that we found him just in time.”
    The vet nodded. “Mmm, that’s a good idea.”
    The puppy looked up hopefully. He could tell they were talking about him. He liked this nice girl. She’d picked him up and carried him when he was hurt, and she kept coming to see him and play with him. 
    “Would you like to be called Lucky?” she said, kneeling down next to him. “Lucky? Is that a good name?”
    The puppy managed a little jump up to lick her face, and barked gently, to show her he was grateful for all her petting.
    “There, he likes it!” Jasmine said delightedly.
    And so Max became Lucky…

    Jasmine was quiet in the