Don was glad when he heard this, and he made up his mind to be as good a dog as he could, even if he was little.
Don was taken out and put in a box. Instead of straw he had a piece of old carpet to lie on.
“That will do until I can get your regular kennel made,” said Bob. “Then I’ll put some straw in it for you to sleep on. But I guess you must be thirsty. I’ll get you some milk.”
Don was very glad to get the nice saucer of milk which the boy soon brought to him. He licked it all up with his red tongue—I mean Don, the puppy, licked up the milk, not Bob the boy.
In a few days Bob had finished the kennel for his new little pet, and Don had just as nice a home as he had at first. Only it was quite different. He had no brothers and sisters to play with, and at first he was a little lonesome. He also missed the mamma dog, but so many things happened to Don, and he saw so many new and strange sights that, after a little while, he forgot all about his first home.
Every day, and sometimes two and three times a day, Bob would come out to see Don, and would bring his pet some nice things to eat. Then Bob would take him for a little walk.
Don’s new home was on a farm, and there were many new animals for him to watch. Some of them he did not know the names of, but he soon got so he could tell a cow from a horse, even though each of them had four legs and a tail. But a cow had horns, and a horse did not.
Every day Don was learning something new. He was growing to be a large puppy now, and he could run fast, and not tumble down as he had done at first. He had strong, sharp teeth, too, though he did not want to bite any one. He kept his teeth for gnawing on bones, and chewing puppy cakes, which were hard—almost as hard to eat as ginger snaps are for you.
Bob took Don with him to many places on the farm, and also out into the woods. But Don kept close to his new master, so as not to get lost.
“Though if I did get lost I think I could find my way home again,” thought Don. “I could easily sniff and smell my way back, I am sure.”