1 "That's no police dog," said Tom.
2 Mrs. Wilson was first concerned with the dog.
3 "I want to get one of those dogs," she said earnestly.
4 "No, it's not exactly a police dog," said the man with disappointment in his voice.
5 There was nothing in it but a small expensive dog leash made of leather and braided silver.
6 Our eyes lifted over the rosebeds and the hot lawn and the weedy refuse of the dog days along shore.
7 The little dog was sitting on the table looking with blind eyes through the smoke and from time to time groaning faintly.
8 Michaelis didn't see anything odd in that and he gave Wilson a dozen reasons why his wife might have bought the dog leash.
9 Throwing a regal homecoming glance around the neighborhood, Mrs. Wilson gathered up her dog and her other purchases and went haughtily in.
10 Then she flounced over to the dog, kissed it with ecstasy and swept into the kitchen, implying that a dozen chefs awaited her orders there.
11 A massage and a wave and a collar for the dog and one of those cute little ash-trays where you touch a spring, and a wreath with a black silk bow for mother's grave that'll last all summer.
12 And if you think I didn't have my share of suffering--look here, when I went to give up that flat and saw that damn box of dog biscuits sitting there on the sideboard I sat down and cried like a baby.
13 I had a dog, at least I had him for a few days until he ran away, and an old Dodge and a Finnish woman who made my bed and cooked breakfast and muttered Finnish wisdom to herself over the electric stove.
14 A reluctant elevator boy went for a box full of straw and some milk to which he added on his own initiative a tin of large hard dog biscuits--one of which decomposed apathetically in the saucer of milk all afternoon.