If I wet my pats, Nolan gave me a hot bath and
chained me to the stove; if I couldn't eat my food, being stuffed
full by the cook, for I am a house-dog now, and let in to lunch
whether there is visitors or not, Nolan would run to bring the vet.
It was all tommy-rot, as Jimmy says, but meant most kind. I couldn't
scratch myself comfortable, without Nolan giving me nasty drinks, and
rubbing me outside till it burnt awful, and I wasn't let to eat bones
for fear of spoiling my "beautiful" mouth, what mother used to call
my "punishing jaw," and my food was cooked special on a gas-stove,
and Miss Dorothy gives me an overcoat, cut very stylish like the
champions', to wear when we goes out carriage-driving.
After the next show, where I takes three blue ribbons, four silver
cups, two medals, and brings home forty-five dollars for Nolan, they
gives me a "Registered" name, same as Jimmy's. Miss Dorothy wanted to
call me "Regent Heir Apparent," but I was THAT glad when Nolan says,
"No, Kid don't owe nothing to his father, only to you and hisself.
So, if you please, Miss, we'll call him Wyndham Kid." And so they
did, and you can see it on my overcoat in blue letters, and painted
top of my kennel.
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