The Black-eyed Puppy
Copyright© 2026 by Katharine Pyle
Chapter 5
I WAS up in Tommy’s room lying under the bed with one of his shoes in my mouth. It was one of his school shoes. I had dragged it out of the closet one day when Mary left the door open. I didn’t feel so lonesome when I had it in my mouth. He had been gone for several days now.
Well, I was lying there, and sometimes I chewed the top of the shoe and sometimes I just held it, and then I heard James whistling and calling me.
I wondered what he wanted, so I left the shoe under the bed where it was safe and ran down to see.
He was standing in the front hall, and Bijou and Fifine were there, too. “Come along, Muffins,” said James, and as soon as I came near enough for him to reach me he picked me up. He held me under his arm and went over to the front door and opened it.
The automobile was standing out in front of the house, and Bijou and Fifine thought we were going for a ride and they wanted to go too, but James pushed them back with his foot and told them to stay at home. He shut the door behind us and went over to the automobile and got up in front beside William. He put me down on his knees but still he held me, and then we started off.
I was very much excited. I had never been in an automobile before. All the other dogs had. I had often watched from the window and seen them starting out with the mistress, but she never took me.
We rolled along down the street, with William holding the wheel, and there were other automobiles and crowds of people, and I saw some other dogs, too.
The wind blew, and I was so excited I barked and barked until James told me to be quiet, and even then I didn’t stop till he held my mouth shut with his hand.
After a while we turned into a narrower street and stopped in front of a queer-looking shop. It had a big window with a sort of cage in it with an upstairs and a downstairs, and puppies and some long-haired cats in it.
William stopped the automobile in front of the shop. “This is the place,” he said.
Then he got down and took me from James and carried me into the shop. I never heard such a noise as there was in there. It had cages all along one side with dogs and cats in them, and some other animals that I didn’t know, and the dogs were barking and yelping, and big green birds were shrieking, and there were chickens making a noise, too.
A man came forward from the back of the shop, and William said, “This is the dog.”
The man took me and looked at me. I didn’t like him. He scared me and I growled at him, but he didn’t pay any attention. “All right!” he said, and then he opened the door of one of the cages and put me in with a lot of other puppies.
He shut the door of the cage and fastened it, and then he gave William some money. William took it and put it in his pocket, but he kept looking at me in a sorry sort of way, and he came up close to the cage and put his fingers through, and said, “Well—good-bye, Muffins, old chap.” Then he turned away.
All of a sudden I knew he meant to leave me there, and I lifted my nose and howled, and yelped and howled again.
William looked back at me, and then he turned to the man and asked him something.
“Oh, he’ll be all right in a little while,” said the man.
William looked at me once more in the same sort of sorry way, and then he went out and the door closed behind him.
He had gone and left me. But if only I could get out of the cage I might still run after him. I cried and whined and tore at the door with my claws, but I couldn’t get it open.
Suddenly I felt a cold nose against mine and a little tongue licked my cheek. One of the other puppies in the cage was trying to make friends with me.
I stopped tearing at the door and sniffed at him, and I liked his smell. He smelled friendly.
After we had smelled each other he gave a sudden little frisk and tried to get me to play, but I sat down and didn’t pay any more attention to him. I felt too sad and lonely to care anything about playing.
“I guess you don’t like it here, do you?” said the little dog.
“No, I don’t, and I want to go home.”
“I’ve been here a long time; oh, a long, long time,” said the puppy. “It’s not so bad.”
“Did you have a home?” I asked.
“Yes, but I don’t often think about it. I guess maybe some time someone will take me away and I may have another home.”
“But I don’t want to stay here a long time,” I said. It made me whine to think of it.
“Well, maybe you won’t. Some of the dogs only stay here a little while. They just come here and then they go away again.”
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