"We’re live!" Chelsea cheered, scooping up Honey, who yapped in agreement.
With a few treats and Stacie’s expert "pup-whisperer" skills, Bingo was safely tucked into the rescue van. Back at the center, the sisters worked like a well-oiled machine. While Skipper updated Bingo’s digital file to notify his worried owners, Chelsea gave him a warm sudsy bath, and Barbie made sure he had a clean bed and a full bowl of food.
"Come on, come on," Stacie muttered, tapping her foot. "The Puppy Rescue Center is officially open for business, but we can’t start the database without the final update!"
The sisters had spent weeks turning their old garage into a state-of-the-art puppy sanctuary. Thanks to the new software, they could now track every lost pup in town. Almost immediately, the first alert scrolled across the screen: Missing: One rambunctious Beagle near the town square fountain.
With a cheerful ping , the screen finally flashed:
By the time Bingo’s owners arrived, the puppy was fluffy, happy, and sporting a brand-new pink bow.
The team swung into action. Using the app’s built-in map, Barbie and Stacie navigated the winding paths of Willows. They found the Beagle, a tiny pup named Bingo, shivering behind a park bench after getting spooked by a passing bicycle.
"That’s our cue," Barbie said, grabbing her keys and her signature pink binoculars. "Skipper, you handle the tech and track the GPS collar signals. Stacie, you’re on agility and retrieval. Chelsea, you’re in charge of the 'Puppy Pampering Station' for when they get back."
