Anyhow, the Dog was back home again, and much pleased to be there, too. That night, when he was put in the playroom with the other toys, the Woolly Dog told of his adventure, and all the others listened eagerly.
From then on, nearly every day, something happened to the Woolly Dog, with whom Donald liked to play. Once Donald took the Dog for a sail on a board raft in a puddle of water and the Dog fell in.
“Oh, he’s drowned!” cried Donald, but another boy fished out the Dog and Mrs. Cressey washed him clean and dried him by the stove.
Another time a real dog ran into the yard, picked up the Woolly Dog and started to run away with him. But Donald and Jane chased the real dog and got back the Woolly Dog.
Summer passed and fall came, bringing new adventures to the toy Dog. Then winter, with its snow and ice, arrived.
“Hurray! Now we can ride down hill on our sleds!” cried Donald and Jane, after the first snow.
“I’m going to take my Dog,” said Donald.
“Don’t lose him,” cautioned his mother.
“I won’t,” promised Donald. But he did. He had the Woolly Dog on his sled with him, and, in steering around a curve, the sled upset and Donald fell off. But this was not the worst: The Woolly Dog was tossed into a big bank of soft snow!
Deep down into the snowdrift sank the Woolly Dog, out of sight, growing colder and colder all the while.