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puppy picture on the wall. It showed Maya holding a tiny white poodle in her arms. Nancy remembered seeing it when they were in the trailer before.
    Cute ! she thought.
    She was about to follow Bess and George when she noticed something else. In the picture was a crate—the cardboard kind used to bring puppies and kittens home for the first time. Nancy wondered if the writing on the crate was in French, since Maya said that Lola was from France. But the print was too small to read.
    My spyglass! Nancy remembered. She reached into her pocket and pulled it out.
    â€œWhat are you doing, Nancy?” whispered Bess.
    Nancy peered through the spyglass as she read the words silently to herself: “Valley View Pet Shelter. Next Stop: Home!”
    â€œBess, George!” Nancy gasped. “I think I just found out Maya’s secret!”

CHAPTER TEN
Happily Ever After
    Nancy held the spyglass as Bess and George looked through it. They read the words to themselves.
    â€œWow!” Bess said.
    â€œNo wonder Rusty knew Lola’s secret,” George whispered. “He volunteered at the Valley View Shelter!”
    â€œWhat are you doing?” Maya called.
    The girls turned to Maya.
    â€œQuestion,” Nancy said. “Is Lola a shelter dog?”
    Maya froze with the hairbrush in her hand. Then she shook her head. “Shelter dog?” she scoffed. “Ha, ha, very funny.”
    â€œThen what’s a shelter crate doing in Lola’s puppy picture?” Nancy asked.
    Maya’s eyes popped open wide. She glanced at the picture and shook her head.
    â€œThe puppy in the picture isn’t Lola,” she said. “That’s some Lola wannabe from the Valley View Shelter. We were giving her diva lessons and . . . and . . . and . . .”
    Nancy folded her arms across her chest. Maya’s voice cracked as she tried again.

    â€œI needed a crate for an arts and crafts project,” Maya said quickly. “So I went to the Valley View Shelter and . . . and . . . and . . .”
    Maya’s eyes darted around the room. They finally landed on Nancy.
    â€œOkay.” Maya sighed. “My parents adopted Lola as a puppy at the Valley View Shelter. So I guess that does make her a—”
    Maya gulped hard. She opened her mouth, but all that came out was a squeak.
    â€œGo ahead. Say it,” Nancy said gently.
    â€œTHAT MAKES HER A SHELTER DOG!” Maya blurted. “There! Are you happy now?”
    Lola began licking Maya’s face.
    â€œSomebody seems to be,” Nancy giggled.
    â€œBut why was it such a big secret?” Bess asked.
    â€œYeah,” George said. “Adopting homeless dogs is a great thing.”
    â€œIt started when Lola got famous,” Mayasaid. “I didn’t think anyone would buy calendars and cards from a shelter dog. So I made up a fancy story to go with Lola’s fancy life. I begged my parents to go along with it and they did.”
    Tears filled Maya’s eyes as she petted Lola.
    â€œLola may be a French poodle,” Maya sniffed. “But she’s never even been to France. Not even to Paris, Texas!”
    Maya buried her face in Lola’s coat. She began to sob loudly.
    â€œDon’t cry, Maya,” Nancy said. “Lola’s story is even better now!”
    â€œIt is?” asked Maya. Her voice sounded muffled through Lola’s fur.
    â€œSure,” Nancy said. “Most people don’t know you can adopt purebred dogs at shelters. Or puppies that can grow up to become superstars, just like Lola!”
    Maya choked back the tears as she looked up.
    â€œDon’t you see, Maya?” Nancy went on excitedly. “Lola is just like Cinderella!”
    â€œI get it!” George said. “It’s like she went from wags . . . to riches!”
    This time even Bess laughed at George’s dog joke.
    â€œLola the Cinderella Dog!” Maya declared. She nodded her head. “I like it. I like