A powerful piece of fiction, being told entirely from the dog's standpoint, with a widespread appeal to all classes of readers.
was right or not? for she was the only cultivated dog there was. By and by, when I was older, she brought home the word Unintellectual, one time, and worked it pretty hard all the week at different gatherings, making much unhappiness and despondency; and it was at this time that I noticed that during that week she was asked for the meaning at eight different assemblages, and flashed out a fresh definition every time, which showed me that she had more presence of mind than culture, though I said nothing, of course. She had one word which she always kept on hand, and ready, like a life-preserver, a kind of emergency word to strap on when she was likely to get washed overboard in a sudden way--that was the word Synonymous. When she happened to fetch out a long word which had had its day weeks before and its prepared meanings gone to her dump-pile, if there was a stranger there of course it knocked him groggy for a couple of minutes, then he would come to, and by that time she would be away down wind on another t
The story is about both dogs and humans and it has a deeper meaning. Sometimes peoples’ lives parallel dogs’ lives. Life might start out well, but then take sudden turns. One day you might be the hero, like the main character, and the next day you might be gone, through no fault of your own. Sometimes bad things happen to good people.
~ Mr. Kibler’s class – [email protected]