Rags / (The Story Of A Dog)

RAGS (The Story of a Dog)
By Karen Niemann
The Camas Press North Hollywood, California
DEDICATION to all the boys and girls who ran over the green hills of Edendale and to one old black shepherd dog Beachy
THE CAR stopped and a shaggy little dog named Rags was pushed into the street. Rags' owner was very angry.
That's the last slipper of mine that you'll chew up! he said, and sped away.
Rags stood in the street.
So that was it, he thought. But he had so many slippers in his closet, how was I to know he'd mind if I just chewed a few?
The street was wide and empty and Rags was frightened. What was a small dog to do? What could he do? Of course … he must find another home!
Suddenly Rags grew up. He would never again chew a slipper! Up on the sidewalk he scrambled, ready for adventure. He didn't feel sad at all now.
Surely, he thought, I can soon find a nice home.
He walked down the sidewalk looking at every house. In front of one was a lady watering her flowers. Rags walked up to her politely.