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A man stepped into the room, looking back and forth between the two of them. Okay, what is it he asked. Dad, Mom found this puppy . . . , Ethan said. He was locked in a car, nearly dead from heatstroke, Mom said. Can we keep him, Dad Hes the best puppy in the world! I decided to take advantage of the lapse in security and dove onto the s shoes, biting his laces. Oh. I dont know; this is not a good time, the father said. Do you know how much work a puppy is Youre only eight years old, Ethan. Its too much responsibility. I yanked on one of the s laces and it gave, sliding away from his shoes. I tried to run off with it, but it remained attached to his feet so that it yanked me back, tumbling me head over heels. Snarling, I dove back onto the laces, grabbing them and giving them a furious shake. Ill take care of him, and Ill walk him and feed him and wash him, the was saying. Hes the best puppy in the world, Dad. Hes already house broken! Having wrestled the shoes into submission, I decided this would be a good time to take a little break, and squatted, depositing a stool along with my urine. Wow, did that get a reaction! Soon the and I were sitting on the soft floor. Mom would say, George and then Ethan would say, George Here, George! Hi, George! and then Dad would say, Skippy and Ethan would say, Skippy Are you Skippy Here, Skippy! It was exhausting. Later, playing out in the backyard, the called me Bailey. Here, Bailey! Here, Bailey! he would call, slapping his knees. When I trotted over to him he would dash away, and we ran around and around in the backyard. As far as I was concerned, it was an extension of the game inside, and I was prepared to respond to Hornet and Ike and Butch, but it seemed like this time Bailey would stick. After another meal, the took me into the house. Bailey, I want you to meet Smokey the cat. Holding me tightly against his chest, Ethan turned so I could see, sitting in the middle of the floor, a brown and gray animal whose eyes grew big when he spotted me. This was the smell Id been tracking! The thing was larger than me, with tiny ears that looked like theyd be fun to bite. I struggled to get down to play with this new friend, but Ethan held me tight. Aw, Smokey, be a nice cat. Be a nice cat. Smokey gave Ethan a baleful glare. I picked up on the s encouraging tone and yipped in a very welcoming fashion, but the cat remained unapproachable, even batting at my nose when I tried to lick his face. Okay, well, I was ready to play with him whenever he wanted, but I had more important things to care about than some snotty cat. Over the next several days, I learned my place in the family. The lived in a small room full of derful toys, while Mom and Dad shared a room with no toys whatsoever. One room had a basin of water I could only drink from if I climbed into it, and also had no toys unless you counted the white paper that I could pull from the wall in a continuous sheet. The rooms for sleeping were at the top of some steps that were impossible for me to climb despite my fullsized dog legs. The food was all kept hidden in one part of the house. Every time I decided I needed to squat and relieve myself, everyone in the house went crazy, scooping me up and racing out the door with me, setting me in the grass and watching me until Id recovered from the trauma of it all enough to continue with my business, which earned me so much praise I dered if this was my main function in the family. Their praise was inconsistent, though, because there were some papers theyd set out for me to rip up and if I squatted on them I was called a good dog, too, but with relief, not joy. And, as I mentioned, sometimes when we were all in the house together they became upset with me for doing exactly the same thing. No! Mom or Ethan would shout when I wet the floor. Good ! theyd sing when I peed in the grass. Okay, thats good, theyd say when I urinated on the papers. I could not understand what in the world was wrong with them. Dad mostly ignored me, though I sensed he liked it when I got up in the morning to keep him company while he ate. He regarded me with mild affection—nothing like the berserk adoration flooding out of Ethan, though I could feel that was how much Dad and Mom loved the . Occasionally Dad would sit at the table in the evenings with the and they would talk quietly, concentrating, while sharp, pungent fumes filled the air. Dad would let me lie on his feet, since the s feet were too far off the ground for me to reach.

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