Let me tell you how my brother Eddie got his first dog. It’s one of the stories I tell my grandchildren.
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Anyways, what appears is a little brown dog. We decided that he looked very hungry, so we gave him a piece of a roll. And then we gave him another piece. Then we walked another block–and he was right behind us, so we gave him some more. When we got home we took the rolls in and put them on the table, and my mother said, “Thank you. That was a great job.” Then she looked out in the backyard and she said, “Where’d that dog come from?”
We said, “He followed us from the bakery.”
Well, he ran around the yard all day while we were at school, and when we came home he was still there.
Anyway, the landlady came downstairs, and my mother explained what had happened.
“It’s perfectly all right with me,” the landlady said.
We said, “You know, ma, dogs don’t smile.”
