“It are a vulgar variety,” I snip for objection because I are nervous about expensive food for such a dum friend.
“It may grow up to be refined,” say Arthur carelessly.
“What breed of Dog are it?” is next fuss from me.
“Not certainly sure,” say Arthur. “Hon. Strunsky who are a sport say ‘It are a he-dog,’ so I suppose it are such a breed.”
I regard this Hon. Pup with thoughts. He throw me a very doggy gaze & thump banzai on floor with his snubbed appendix. My heart become soft-boiled with love. I can’t not turn a dog away in such a hot weather when he are apt to be bit by a rabbi & get it. So I possess him by chains and enjoy worry about his breed which are full of spots with a bursted ear.
S. Wanda, Japanese Socialist, say he should be named “Tariff” because he need revising immediately. Cousin Nogi announce, “He should be named ‘Injunction’ because he were kicked off a platform.”
“I shall not call such names to a mere dog,” I gratify. “Therefore I shall chrisen him ‘O-Fido’ what was name of a famous Japanese grocer what live happy for 1,000 year and died from being too joyful.”
So I got O-Fido in bedstead with me where he practise barks at Hon. Rats all night till Japanese persons sleeping in this house can not do so & report tearful complaints to Hon. Landlord who is a malefactor & say: “You are a nusance besides 3-week remit with rent.” Moral of this is: Be kind to them dum beasts & you will get paid off.
Yours truly,
Hashimura Togo.