[CHAPTER XI]
DON AT A PARTY
The little silky poodle dog followed Don, for the dogs in the pound were not very friendly toward one another—at least most of them were not. You would have thought, being all in trouble together, that they would be friendly and kind, but the big dogs picked on the little ones, and the little ones snarled at the big ones, until there was so much noise that it sounded like a dozen dog fights going on at once.
But Don and the little poodle dog did not quarrel. They seemed to be good friends from the start.
“Oh, have you hurt your foot?” asked the poodle of Don.
“Yes, I stepped on some glass when the man with the net was chasing me,” said Don.
“Oh, that’s too bad,” the other dog said. “I’m so sorry. If you were at my house, now, my little mistress would put some salve and a rag on your foot, and it would soon be well. Oh dear! I wonder if ever I’ll see her again?” he sighed.
“See whom?” asked Don.
“My little mistress. I belong to a little girl,” the poodle explained.
“Why did you run away from her?” asked Don.