“No,” said Don, “but I had some nice, clean straw. I like that better than a cushion. But now I am going over and get some of that water. Even if it is warm and muddy, I must drink it.”
“And I’ll have to take some, too,” said Rex. “But I wish I had some nice, cool, clean water out of my little white dish at home.”
Even dogs cannot have what they want, especially if they run away, or get lost, so Don and Rex had to make the best of what they could get.
Don, and his new friend Rex, had to stay in the pound several days. Each day they liked it less and less, for they grew hungrier and hungrier. They saw several of the dogs taken away by those who owned them, but no one came for Rex, and of course no one came for Don. For Bob did not know where his pet was, and the little mistress of Rex did not seem to think of looking in the pound for him.
Many, many times, in those days spent in the pound, Don wished over and over again that he had never run away from Bob.
“Those were happy days!” sighed Don.
He even wished for the time he had spent with Jack, the stray dog. But Jack was more lucky than Don—he had not been caught and taken to the pound.
“I don’t see why some one doesn’t come for me,” said Rex one day, as he and Don were talking together in one corner of the pound. Don’s foot was growing better now.
“Perhaps they may come to-day,” said Don.