“I hope so,” spoke Rex. “I need a bath very much. I like to be clean. And I am so hungry for a good meal, and for some nice food to eat, and cold water to drink.”
“So am I,” Don said. “But I don’t believe we shall get either, very soon.”
However, good luck was coming to Don and Rex. It was the very same afternoon that they saw the gate of the pound open, and the dog-catcher come in. With him was another man and a little girl.
“Here are some stray dogs,” said the pound-keeper. “Maybe your pet is in here, little girl.”
Rex gave one look at the visitors, and then he let out a joyful bark, and wagged his tail very hard.
“What’s the matter?” asked Don.
“There’s my little mistress come for me!” barked Rex. “Now I’ll be taken home and cared for.”
“I wish that was going to be my luck,” said Don, sadly.
“Bow wow!” barked Rex, running up to the little girl. She looked at him once, and then she cried:
“Oh, father! Here he is! Here’s my own Rex! I’ve found him again!” and, all dirty as Rex was, the little girl picked him up in her arms and hugged him tightly. Oh, how happy Rex was!