Little dog lost—and found.
Dogs go missing all the time. Plenty of them have lost their ways. Many more likely have been abandoned. This tale doesn’t tell readers how Cookie—a little ragamuffin of a dog—came to be a lost dog in the big city, but that is her opening circumstance. Nothing looks right, nothing smells right. “The little dog walked / and walked / and walked,” the repetition putting readers in the dog’s paws. Night comes, and the dog wanders into a junkyard for some cover. “The car looked forgotten, / as forgotten as the little lost dog.” The text tells a story, painting wrenching scenes—“The forgotten dog and the forgotten car / stood stark against the pale pink dawn”—and affirming ones. It also has a sharp point. Dogs like Cookie often end up in shelters, and fewer end up as rescue dogs. (A page of information at the back of the book suggests ways readers can help shelters and offers plenty of stark facts for caregivers to consider when thinking about bringing a dog into the house.) A couple of Lane’s illustrations tip toward cloying, but otherwise she has a sure hand at conveying a dog’s look—the drape of a paw, a wary or trusting tilt to the head—and keeps the cityscape more fascinating than nightmarish.
Moving in all the right ways, which include the optimism of a happy ending. (Picture book. 3-6)