No More Dogs for Me
Another idea from Margaret Wise Brown.
The important thing about Weiner P. Pupper is that her death crushed my desire to ever have another animal again. Weiner was an old, short-haired Dachsund. Her silky, short, black-as-mighnight fur used to poke me as she cuddled in bed with me every night. She was so rotund that her chocolate underside would drag across the ground as she waddled. Barking at strangers, including the mailman, was her way of showing her loyalty and protecting our family. Her murder by Siamese cat left me feeling angry, confused, and lonely. Her loss affected me deeply and forced me to decide that I didn’t ever want to be hurt that way again. But the important thing about Weiner P. Pupper is that her dath crushed my desire to ever have another animal again.
