<h2><SPAN name="CHAPTER_II" id="CHAPTER_II">CHAPTER II</SPAN><br/> <small>DON’S NEW HOME</small></h2>
<p class="cap">Prince, sitting on the bank of the puddle
of water, was howling as loudly as he
could.</p>
<p>“Are you getting out, Don? Are you getting
out?” asked Prince.</p>
<p>“Well, I—I’m trying hard!” answered Don.
“I guess—glub—blulp—gurg!” and then he
could not say anything more, even in dog
language, for his mouth was full of water.</p>
<p>“Oh, what shall I do?” cried Prince.</p>
<p>Don did not have any time to answer him.
He was too busy swimming.</p>
<p>Nearer and nearer to the bank of the puddle,
off which he had slipped into the water, swam
Don. He was soon so close that he could put his
paws on the firm earth, and then he knew he was
safe, and could crawl out.</p>
<p>But oh! What a sorrowful looking sight poor
Don was. His nice, clean coat was covered
with muddy water, which dripped down and ran
from him in little puddles.</p>
<p>“Oh, how are you ever going to get dry?”
asked Prince.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>Then Don happened to remember how once
he had seen his mother out in a rain storm. She
came to the kennel quite wet, but before she
went in she shook herself very hard, and the
water drops flew off her in a shower.</p>
<p>“That’s what I’ll do,” thought Don. So he
gave himself as big and as hard a shake as he
could, and the water flew about in a shower.</p>
<p>“Hi! Stop! You’re getting me wet!”
howled Prince.</p>
<p>“Oh, I didn’t mean to,” answered Don. “But
that’s the way I get dry. You asked me that,
you know.”</p>
<p>“Yes, but I didn’t know you were going to put
the water on me,” Prince replied. “I don’t
care, though, as long as you’re safe,” and he went
up to his brother, and kissed him on his nose
with his little red tongue, Prince did, in a way
dogs have.</p>
<p>So Don got safely out of the puddle into which
he had fallen, but his adventures for that day
were not yet at an end.</p>
<p>“Let’s go home,” said Prince. “I’m hungry.”</p>
<p>“So am I,” spoke Don. “But which way is
home?”</p>
<p>“Don’t you know?” asked Prince.</p>
<p>“No. Don’t you?”</p>
<p>The two little puppy dogs looked one at the
other.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>“Oh, I forgot!” cried Don. “Don’t you remember,
we were lost just before I fell in the
puddle, and we’re lost yet. Oh dear!”</p>
<p>Then the two little puppies felt so badly that
they just sat there, on the bank of the mud
puddle, and howled as loudly as they could.</p>
<p>I suppose you wonder what good their howling
did, but I shall tell you.</p>
<p>Back in the kennel Mrs. Gurr, the mother dog,
was waiting and wondering why Don and Prince
did not come home.</p>
<p>“I saw them go over that way,” spoke Violet,
who was nibbling at a bit of puppy cake.</p>
<p>“They were having a race,” said Ruby, who
was practicing at trying to catch her tail.</p>
<p>“Oh, such boys!” cried Mrs. Gurr. “I suppose
they’ve gone so far away they can’t find
their way back. Come, Spot, we’ll go look for
them.”</p>
<p>“All right,” said the other brother of Don
and Prince. He was called Spot because he had
a white spot on him. Otherwise he was all
black.</p>
<p>Mrs. Gurr and Spot hurried out of the kennel,
and they had not gone very far before they heard
a noise.</p>
<p>“What’s that?” asked Spot, standing still and
wagging his tail.</p>
<p>“Listen,” said his mother.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>“Howl! Wow! Bur-r-r-r-r!” was the noise
they heard.</p>
<p>“There they are!” said the dog lady. “Those
are your lost brothers calling. Come on, Spot.
I know where they are now.”</p>
<p>Mrs. Gurr was very good at finding lost dogs,
and this time she knew just which way to go to
find Don and Prince.</p>
<p>Soon the mother dog saw them sitting on the
edge of the mud puddle, their heads held up in
the air, howling as loudly as they could howl.</p>
<p>“Oh my! What a noise!” cried Mrs. Gurr,
with a dog laugh. “What is the matter with you
puppies, anyhow?”</p>
<p>“Oh, mamma! Is that you?” cried Don.
“Oh, we got lost, and—”</p>
<p>“And Don fell in and swam out!” added
Prince.</p>
<p>“Well, that was very smart of him, I’m sure,”
said the mamma dog. “But it was silly of you
to get lost. See, the kennel is only a little way
off, just around that clump of bushes.”</p>
<p>Surely enough, they had been only a little way
off from their home all the while, only they did
not know it.</p>
<p>“But we—we couldn’t find our way home,”
said Don.</p>
<p>“No, and that shows you ought not to go too
far off until you know how to get back,” said<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</SPAN></span>
Mrs. Gurr. “Now as soon as you get dry, Don,
I’ll give you all some lessons in how to find your
way back home again, when you get so far off
you can’t see it.”</p>
<p>It did not take Don long to get dry in the
warm sun, and then the lessons began. For
dogs, even puppy dogs, have to learn their lessons,
you know, just as you children do.</p>
<p>They have to learn to eat only the things that
are good for them. Sometimes a puppy will
gnaw on a cake of soap, but he does not do it
more than once, for he finds out it makes him ill.
And dogs have to learn to come when their
master calls them, and to lie down when they are
told, and to shake “hands,” and do other tricks—especially
in a circus.</p>
<p>So Mrs. Gurr showed Don, and his brothers
and sisters, how to sniff and smell along the
ground, so they would know their way back
again when they had gone away from home.
Dogs, you know, have very good noses for smell.
Even on a dark night, when a dog cannot see, he
can tell, just by sniffing the air, whether his
master is coming along, or whether it is some
one else.</p>
<p>So, when a dog takes a new road his paws
leave sort of a smell in the dust. This smell
stays there for some time, and when the dog
wants to get back, he just sniffs and smells along<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</SPAN></span>
the road until he finds where he has made his
tracks before, and in that way he gets home
again. He can do that even in the dark.</p>
<p>It was this lesson that Don’s mother taught
him, until he and the other puppies could run a
long way off from their kennel, even in the
woods, and could find their way back again.</p>
<p>“Now you will not get lost again, Don,” said
his mother to him.</p>
<p>“And I don’t want to,” Don said. “Being
lost is no fun.”</p>
<p>The puppy dog family lived in the kennel for
some time longer. The little doggies were all
growing larger and stronger, and could run
about now without falling down so often. Don
grew faster and larger than any of the others.</p>
<p>One day two boys came walking out to the
kennel where the puppies lived. One boy was
Willie, whose father owned Mrs. Gurr.</p>
<p>“Well, Willie, may I take my puppy now?”
asked the other boy.</p>
<p>“Yes, Bob, I guess he’s big enough now to
leave home,” said Willie. “Are you sure you
want the one you first picked out?”</p>
<p>“Oh, yes, sure. I’ll take him,” said Bob.
“Don is the best puppy in the lot.”</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</SPAN></span></p>
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<div class="caption"><SPAN href="#Page_24">“He’s a fine dog!” cried Bob, as he patted and rubbed
Don.</SPAN></div>
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<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24-<br/>25]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>“Well, I’m glad he thinks I’m so nice,” said
Don to himself. He had begun to understand
boy and man talk, you see, though he could not
speak it himself.</p>
<p>“Yes, I’ll take Don,” went on Bob.</p>
<p>“I wonder where he’s going to take me?”
thought Don. “This is a funny world.”</p>
<p>Bob stooped over and picked Don up from
the pile of straw.</p>
<p><SPAN href="#i_p023">“He’s a fine dog!” cried Bob, as he patted and
rubbed Don.</SPAN> Don liked that. He was not
afraid of the boy, for the boy was kind.</p>
<p>Then, without giving Don a chance to say
good-by to his brothers and sisters, and without
even letting him kiss the mamma dog, Bob, the
boy, took Don away with him to a new home.</p>
<p>Don did not mind going away, for the boy was
so kind and good to him, and petted him so
nicely, that Don liked him at once. And Don
was not lonesome or homesick, for he saw many
new and strange things.</p>
<p>At last the boy went up the walk toward a
big white house, and he said to Don:</p>
<p>“Don, this is your new home.”</p>
<p>Though Don could not speak boy language, I
think he understood what the boy meant.</p>
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<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</SPAN></span></p>
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