REDDY O’MARE CAME TROTTING ROUND THE CORNER OF THE BARN
Reddy laughed. “Gringo’s an old fool,” he said gaily. “Sure Winnie likes a frolic with a dog her own age.”
“She has dogs of her own age here in her own home,” I said.
“But all the dog-world likes to wander,” he said with a wink, for he knew the story of my career.
I smiled. I couldn’t help it. He is so merry, so full of tricks. However, I thought it my duty to warn him again. “Look out for Gringo,” I said.
“Gringo is an old soldier dog,” he said, “he bosses too much.”
This was true, but Gringo is my best friend always and forevermore, and I was not going to discuss him with this care-free wag.
“Sure you ought to pity me,” he said, “shut up in that big house with forty thousand servants, but never a dog to play with.”