Rare Earth
cute little animals. Fortunately most of his canine guests were only transient. They were tramp-dogs that liked to wander about the roads and never settle down anywhere. They kept roving away almost as fast as he brought them home. For this Linda was thankful.
"If they all stayed," she said, "we'd Soon have a hundred dogs."
"Wai," drawled Enoch, "whut you spec' me to do? Leave 'em homeless?"
Linda smiled. "They seem to like to be homeless," she said, "else why do they take to the road again?"
"Dogs is funny critters," mused Enoch dolefully. "They don't know nothin.' Can't see when they's well off. Good home. Run away."
And he'd shake his head and walk off into the fields. Those dogs were a big disappointment to him. He was forever declaring he was through. That he wouldn't bring home another dog or cat if it was starving. Henceforth he was going to be the meanest guy in Illinois.
And he would keep his promise, too. At least
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