I don't care, now my ears are done."
"But," I said, "think of the poor dogs that will come after you."
"What difference does that make to me?" he said. "I'll be dead and out
of the way. Men can cut off their ears, and tails, and legs, too, if
they want to."
"Dandy," I said, angrily, "you're the most selfish dog that I ever saw."
"Don't excite yourself," he said, coolly. "Let me get on with my story.
When I was a few months old, I began to find the stable yard narrow, and
wondered what there was outside of it. I discovered a hole in the garden
wall, and used to sneak out nights. Oh, what fun it was. I got to know a
lot of street dogs, and we had gay times, barking under people's windows
and making them mad, and getting into back yards and chasing cats. We
used to kill a cat nearly every night. Policeman would chase us, and we
would run and run till the water just ran off our tongues, and we hadn't
a bit of breath left. Then I'd go home and sleep all day, and go out
again the next night. When I was about a year old, I began to stay out
days as well as nights. They couldn't keep me home. Then I ran away for
three months.
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