[CHAPTER III]
DON AND SQUINTY
“Mother, I have my dog!” cried Bob, as he went into the big white house with Don.
“Have you? That’s nice. I hope he’ll be a good dog, and not come in on my clean carpets with muddy feet,” said Bob’s mother. Don heard her say this, and right away he made up his little doggy mind that he would be as good as a puppy dog can be. But he had many things yet to learn.
“Oh, I’m going to train him to be very good,” said Bob to his mother. “He won’t give you a bit of trouble, will you, Don?” and Bob held Don high up in the air in his hands.
“Wow! Wow!” yelped Don.
“Oh, he’s afraid! Put him down!” cried a girl, with curly hair, who was playing with a doll. She was Bob’s sister.
“Oh, I’m going to teach him not to be afraid,” said the boy, as he still held Don high in the air. “You’re not afraid, are you, Don?”
“Wow!” said the puppy again, but this time he was not so frightened. He knew Bob would be kind to him, and not let him fall. And Bob was very careful.
“Where are you going to keep your dog?” asked Bob’s mother. “I can’t have him in the house all the while.”
“Oh, I’m going to build a little kennel for him, just like he had over at Willie’s house, where he used to live,” said Bob. “I’m going to make a hunting dog of him. Where’s my cap, mother?”