Alex wanted a dog. He...
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Alex wanted a dog. He wanted a dog so badly that every story he wrote was a story about a dog, and every picture he drew had a picture of a dog in it. Finally his parents consented. If Harold and Erma, who were members of their church as well as managers of the local dog pound, ever got a nice, small dog, then Alex could have it. Alex was so excited that not a Sunday went by without his asking Harold and Erma if they'd found his dog. The Sundays added into months and then a full year. And then one day it happened. The phone rang. "We have Alex's dog," said Harold. Alex was so excited that he said, "I'll come and get it right now and then I can show it where it is going to sleep tonight." "Slow down," cautioned Harold, "you might not like him." "You wouldn't have phoned me if you didn't think I'd like him," responded Alex with the simple trust of a child. Alex was right. It was love at first sight -- for both of them. Alex took one look at the small, black cocker spaniel, and before anyone could stop him, he was down on his knees kissing its nose. The dog was delighted and responded by licking Alex's face. Without further delay, the "adoption" papers were filled out. Alex had his dog.
-- Conroy
-- Conroy
