“That’s all right,” he assented.
“Now for the sake of human beings,” I went on, “who are as closely packed together as they are in New York, there shouldn’t be many animals in with them.”
“Sure,” he said, “I’m with you there. High license to keep dogs down. They’re not happy themselves if they’re cramped.”
“But high license is against the poor man,” I said. “He could not afford to keep a dog for his children.”
“Let him go without,” said the bulldog.
“No, sir, not in these days of equality. How about having public playgrounds in crowded districts, with bird and animal pets, and a house with a caretaker to supervise the play of the children.”
“They have such playgrounds now,” he said.
“But, they haven’t any dogs, and cats and birds.”
“All right,” he said, “let ’em have ’em, if you can get the dough.”
“And furthermore,” I continued, “let the city give the superintendence of animals and birds to a person who understands them.”