
Jessie loved Bart. She played catch with him. She fed
him. She filled his bowl with water. She brushed his shiny
coat. She scratched him behind the ears. Jessie did almost
everything for Bart. But there was one thing Jessie couldnt
do. She couldnt walk Bart.
Youre too little to walk that big dog, said Dad.
You can walk him when youre bigger, said Mom.
So every day, Dad walked Bart. Jessie walked with them. When she saw her friend Allison walking her little white poodle, she would smile and say, Hi, Allison! Hi Gigi! When she saw her friend Conner walking his beagle, she would wave and shout, Hello, Conner! Hello, Floppy! When she saw her friend Mandy walking her cocker spaniel, she would call out, Hello, Mandy! Hello, Ginger! If only Bart were as little as her friends dogs, she would be able to walk him.
One day Dad was too sick to walk Bart. Ill walk him, said Mom. But just as they were leaving, the phone rang. Grandma needed Mom right away.
Im
sorry, Bart, said Mom. I guess you wont
get a walk today. Barts tail drooped. Barts
ears drooped. Even Barts eyes drooped. He stood by
the door and whined.
Poor Bart, said Jessie. You want to go for a walk, dont you? She rolled a ball to Bart, but Bart didnt want to play. He lay down on his blanket.
Poor Bart, said Jessie. I wish I could walk you. Jessie brushed Barts back. She brushed Barts sides. She even brushed Barts tail, but the big dog just stared sadly at the door.
Poor Bart, said Jessie. If I were bigger . . . Jessie stopped. She had an idea. She called Allison and Conner and Mandy on the telephone.
The three friends arrived at Jessies apartment. Each of them carried a leash. Jessie found Barts leash. She fastened the four leashes to Barts collar. Barts eyes sparkled. Barts ears perked up. Barts tail wagged.
Whats
going on? asked Mom, walking into the apartment.
Mom, may we walk Bart? asked Jessie.
Mom looked at the big happy dog and the four happy friends.
What a clever idea, she said. May I follow along?
Yes! shouted Jessie.
Woof! barked Bart.










