Bad to the Bone Boxer [antikvár]

Wm1T., he truth is, I wanted to get a dog so my best friend would be my best friend again.That plan didn't work out so well. In fact, it made things much, much worse.But how was I supposed to know what would happen? Really, it was Mr. Sanchez's fault. He shouldn't have told me about the shopping trip.It was a Saturday in October. I was done with all my homework, except for some stuff for Ms. Applebaum's big community service project, so Mom and Dad said it would be OK if I went over to my friend Rosie's to play with her new dog. Buttons.But when I called the Sanchez house, Rosie's dad answered the phone and told me she wasn't there. Which would have been enough, right? That's all he had to say! "Sorry, Michelle, Rosie's not here. I'll tell her you called." And then my day would have been