The little dog with a GIANT personality from Fenway and Hattie is starring in his own chapter book series! There’s nothing better than a brand-new bone! And nothing worse than sneaky squirrels trying to steal it! But Fenway is smarter than those squirrels, and he finds the perfect place to hide his bone.   The only problem is the hiding place might be too hard for Fenway to find, too!   With an easy reading level and lively illustrations, emerging readers will be eager to get their paws on the Make Way for Fenway! chapter books. "A good choice for dog lovers ready to dig into ­chapter books." - School Library Journal 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 U.S. 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, authoring her first novel 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. Born in Malaysia, Joanne Lew-Vriethoff grew up in Los Angeles and now devides her time between Amsterdam and Asia. She has worked in the television industry as a character and concept illustrator for clients pitching children's television shows as well as in graphic design in New York. Besides making art, Joanne loves exploring the world with her family, road trips, photography, cycling along the Amsterdam canals at midnight, snorkeling, day dreaming, collecting picture books and stationary, and loves Kpop and Jazz. 1 The Treat Place Everyone knows that dogs are better than squirrels. Dogs make humans happy. Dogs live in houses. Dogs ride in cars. Squirrels do none of these things. Squirrels go where they don’t belong. Squirrels take things that aren’t theirs. Squirrels are sneaky. It’s a good thing humans have dogs to keep them safe from squirrels. Right now, I’m in the car with my family—Food Lady, Fetch Man, and Hattie—and no squirrels. I snuggle against Hattie in the back seat. She is the best short human ever. She pats my head. “Good boy, Fenway,” she coos. That’s Human for “You’re doing a great job.” What can I say? I’m a professional. I can hardly wait to find out where we’re going. The car pauses at the end of our street. I poke my head out the window. A sneaky squirrel is there on the sidewalk glaring up at me. “Look at me, Rodent,” I bark at him. “I’m riding in a car!” He turns and scampers up a tree. As the car speeds away, I add, “You’d better stay up there where you belong!” There’s nothing like a car ride. The breeze rushes through my fur. My nose sniffs oaks and pines and grass. My tail thumps against Hattie’s leg. This is the life! When the car turns, I smell another scent. It’s the parking lot outside the Treat Place. That’s the giant building with lots of dogs and humans—and toys and treats. Yippee! I paw the door handle. “Hooray! Hooray!” I bark. “Let’s get in there!” Hattie giggles and opens the door. We hurry out of the car. I try to run straight into the Treat Place, but the leash holds me back. Of course Hattie wants me to wait for her. She loves going to the Treat Place as much as I do. We lead Food Lady and Fetch Man inside. My tail swishes wildly. The Treat Place has rows and rows of awesome things to check out. And it smells great, like loads of other dogs. And have I mentioned the yummy treats? I’m going to show Hattie where to find them. I stick my head into the first row. Wowee—toys! My tail wags faster. “I could use a few more balls and squeakers and plushies,” I bark to Hattie. But she doesn’t give in. We follow Fetch Man and Food Lady to the next row. I sniff there, too. Whoopee—treats! I smack my chops. “Let’s get some snacks,” I whine. “I’m soooo hungry!” “Fenway,” Hattie says. She leads me away. “No.” My ears sag. Why aren’t we getting any treats? What could be more important? Food Lady steers a cart down another row, where Fetch Man grabs two big bags of kibble. And after that, we turn toward the back of the building. We are heading farther from the treats. I begin to get a bad feeling. This cannot be good. 2 The Prize We meet a friendly German Shepherd, but Hattie won’t let us exchange bum sniffs. And then Fetch Man steers the cart down a row that smells like nasty cleaners. Yuck! Food Lady stops and stares at the bottles on the shelves. She picks them up one by one. She studies them as if they’re actually interesting. Eventually, she puts one in the cart and heads toward some that smell even worse. Ew! The odor reminds me of those horrible drops that Hattie rubs on the back of my neck. “No, Hattie,” I plead as she f