The lovable little dog with a GIANT personality is back—battling something that may be worse than squirrels!  Life is pretty much a bag of treats when you're an endlessly energetic Jack Russell Terrier. For Fenway, days are filled with important things like defending the Dog Park from wicked squirrels, snuggling with Hattie, and catching up on the neighborhood gossip with the next-door dogs Goldie and Patches. But that all changes the day a fiendish new intruder enters Fenway's turf: he's fluffy, he twitches evilly, and he smells worse than squirrels... He's a bunny. An evil bunny. And Fenway can't fathom why, but Hattie ADORES him. Goldie and Patches warn him that short humans are fickle: sometimes they love a new pet more than an old one. Fenway can't believe his own Hattie would choose another pet over him. But taking matters into his own paws just makes everything worse. Is his heart big enough to accept that Hattie can love another pet too--and is he tough enough to take on an entire gang of evil bunnies? Get a dog's-eye view of the world in this heartwarming, enthusiastic "tail" about two best friends.    Read all four of the Fenway and Hattie books, and look for Fenway's illustrated chapter book series for younger readers, Make Way for Fenway ! "Along with amusing pictures of doggy life punctuated with the “bum-sniffing circle dance” and other interactions with fellow canines, Fenway’s takes on Hattie’s developing relationship with new friends and her progress in learning to take responsibility for her actions provide a rich between-the-lines human plot."— Booklist "In this second in the series, Fenway's girl, Hattie, is caring for a pet rabbit. Fenway regards Evil Bunny as he does the wild backyard rabbits: it's a dangerous threat."— Kirkus Reviews Look for all of the books in the series! Fenway and Hattie Fenway and Hattie and the Evil Bunny Gang Fenway and Hattie Up to New Tricks Fenway and Hattie In the Wild And the Make Way for Fenway! illustrated chapter books for younger readers Fenway and the Bone Thieves Fenway and the Frisbee Trick Fenway and the Loudmouth Bird Fenway and the Great Escape Victoria J. Coe grew up in the seaside community of Duxbury, Massachusetts and went on to live in New York and San Francisco, as well as large and small towns on both coasts. During her family's most recent move, she noticed her dog's confusion and started to wonder what was going through his mind. As they walked in Boston's Fenway neighborhood, his reactions to the sights, sounds, and smells of the city took hold of her imagination. While she has written for many publications and nonprofit causes, writing for children is the realization of a lifelong dream. Victoria now lives with her family on the outskirts of Boston, where she and her dog are always on the lookout for delivery trucks. And squirrels. Chapter One  I’m out in the Dog Park behind our new house, enjoying a refreshing roll-around in the grass when I pick up the despicable smell of rodent. It can only be one thing—a squirrel! Before I can react, Hattie flops down beside me. “Aw, Fenway,” she coos, squinting at me in the bright sun. I shimmy up to her till we’re nose to nose. I give hers a sloppy lick. She tastes like the maple-y pancakes we shared this morning. She giggles, stroking my fur the way she does at bedtime. What can I say? Hattie loves me more than anything in the whole world. I go to snuggle her neck when that squirrel-y odor assaults my nose again. Stronger this time. That nasty rodent is way too close to my short human! Don’t they ever learn? I spring up, my hackles on high alert. I scan the porch, the bushes, the giant tree . . . aha! Over by the back fence, a flicker of movement. A flouncy tail. A chippery, chattery squawk. It’s a nasty squirrel all right! I’m after him in a flash. “Go away, Intruder!” I bark. “Can’t you see the fence?” He’s not supposed to be here! Dog Parks are for dogs to play chase. And for Hattie to play ball with other short humans or Fetch Man. Even Food Lady’s been playing in the Dog Park lately, digging in the dirt and sprinkling water in the patch where vegetables started growing. Clearly, the Dog Park is no place for squirrels!And this nasty squirrel is perched on a root of the giant tree, calmly swishing his tail like he’s not in any danger at all. Is he really not intimidated by a ferocious Jack Russell Terrier? Or have his eyes and ears stopped working? I snarl my fiercest snarl. “This is your last chance!” Just as I’m ready to lunge, he shoots off the tree root and into the rustling bushes. Does he think he can hide?“I warned you! Now pay the consequences!” I plunge my snout in after him. That squirrel-y stench is almost unbearable. I’m about to crawl under the bush when I hear swish, snap to my right. His beady little head pops out of the next bush over. His body spurts out onto the grass, his fluffy tail whooshing behind him. Panting wildly, I chase him throu