“All right, I will,” answered the other little puppy dog, and off they started down the gravel path that led from their kennel.
On they went, faster and faster, turning around the corner by the house, until, all of a sudden, they saw a queer little animal in front of them.
“What’s that?” asked Don, stopping short.
“I don’t know,” answered Prince, speaking in dog language.
“It looks like a puppy,” went on Don, “but it doesn’t belong to our family. See how big its tail is, and its back is all humped up. And listen to what a funny noise it’s making.”
The other animal, on the gravel path, was hissing like a steam radiator on a cold and frosty morning.
“Let’s go closer and see what it is,” suggested Don.
Together he and Prince went up, walking sort of sideways on their funny, wobbling legs. Then the queer animal suddenly jumped up in the air, and Don and Prince felt something sharp scratch their little black noses.
“Ouch!” whined Prince.
“Wow!” howled Don. “I’m scratched.”