"You want to stay with me, don't you?" he asked.
"Woof! Woof! Woof!" Rags answered.
And Gary knew that he meant, "Yes! Yes! Yes!"
Gary gathered him in his arms.
"You're so ragged and dirty," he said, "I'm going to name you Rags."
And Rags said, "Woof." Which meant, "All right."
"Grandma!" Gary shouted, as he ran toward the kitchen. "Rags has come to live with us."
When Grandma saw Rags she dropped the potato that she was peeling. It rolled across the floor. "Good gracious, Gary! Where did you find him!"
"In my play house."
"Well, I don't believe that I ever saw a dirtier, more ragged dog in all my life!"