One day, when I was still in my carriage, as Mom told the tale, I was outside close to the backdoor where Mom could watch me through the kitchen window, Scrappy, our dog, began barking.
Scrappy rarely barked but that is another story. Mom looked out the window and saw Scrappy grab a rat that was climbing up my carriage, When Mom got outside, the dog was shaking that rat around.
I loved that dog.
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