"Oh, yes."
"_Puppy_ dogs?"
"One at a time is all right."
"One puppy dog with brown spots on white?" Jock went on.
"Where is it?" asked father, and his eyes were laughing; you could not
see his mouth for his beard.
Then we told him, and he said "Yes," just at the garden gate. So that
was how we got Rover.
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Rover was very soft and downy when he first came to us. But he soon
grew to be a big dog.
Jock and I taught him many tricks; and he can beg very nicely, if we
let him get on the couch in the dining-room.
We put sugar on his nose, and he waits until we count One, Two, THREE.
Then he throws the sugar into the air and catches it.
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