King and Junior, a baby boy, were devoted pals. When Junior was in
his pen on the lawn, King would take his place as guard and master
of ceremonies. While the baby was good, King would lie quietly by,
with one eye always on the child. If the baby got tired and fretted,
King would jump up, run around the pen and bark to attract Junior’s
attention, and would keep it up until the baby would smile.
One day when Junior’s teeth were hurting, he was unusually fretful.
King did his stunts in vain. Seeing that he must try some other way to
comfort his pal, he stood in thought for a moment. Then he bounded off
down the street to a place where another family with children lived.
Presently he came dashing back with a woolly dog in his mouth, which he
dropped into Junior’s pen, much to the delight of the crying youngster.
Bob also told another story about a dog who was fond of scrambled eggs.