Chapter Three
I guess I was too much for them, but I don't really understand why. They put me out in the yard to do my doggy business when I saw the most hated of all vermin, a squirrel. Any self respecting dog, especially a terrier is obligated to remove such vermin from the face of the earth, so I made an honest effort by running out of the gate in pursuit of said vermin. That damn squirrel was faster than I expected and by the time I finally chased him up the tree, I received only a mouthful of fur for my efforts. It was then that I realized that I had run very far from the old couple, Betty and Jack, and I wondered if I should go back. They were good to me but it always seemed that it was because they felt obligated to do so. I still think they wanted a lap dog, and I am not a lap dog. They did teach me some good tricks though that made them laugh, and I learned it is a good things when people laugh. They are happy then. So maybe I should find a new family and let them have their lap dog? After a few hours a white truck with a man and a woman in uniform showed up. They were kind and I didn't fuss. They brought me to a place with hard cool floors, and wire doors and lots of other dogs in all of these places. They gave me my own place and called it a run. I heard the people that brought me here say that Jack and Betty had decided to give me up because I was too hard for them to handle. That made me sad but I knew it was true. I laid my head down on my paws and sighed.