“You must come to me when I call you, old fellow!” said Bob. “I want my dog to be a good dog, and mind me.”
So that was another lesson Don had to learn, you see.
“Now we’ll try it again,” said the boy, after he had patted Don, and stroked his silky ears. “Now come when I call, Don. And, Sallie, please don’t try to make him come to you.”
“I won’t, this time,” promised the little girl with the doll.
Bob carried Don to one end of the room, and put him down on the floor. Then Bob went over and stood by the door.
“Come on, Don!” he called. “Come to me, sir!” Bob snapped his fingers. Don looked up, lifted his ears so he might hear better, and looked at Sallie.
“No, I didn’t call you,” said the little girl.
“Here! Come to me!” cried Bob.
This time the puppy understood, and knew what was wanted of him. With a little yelp he ran toward his new master.
“That’s right! That’s the way to do!” cried Bob. “Now he is learning to mind. He’ll be a fine dog!”