Once upon a time, there was a dog. A Yorkshire terrier to be specific.
She was a lovely, lively, lady-like thing, with luscious, light-colored fur, and if dogs could laugh, she’d always be laughing.
One day, LeeLee--as the terrier was often called-- was playing happily in her yard when she looked up and saw a crying baby in the yard in front of hers. Picking up her toy ball, the dog ran into the street.
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That same morning, across town, a mangy mutt--mixture of a chihuahua, a beagle, and a pitbull--emerged wearily from the trash can where he had been sleeping. His colors couldn’t really be distinguished through the filth. If dogs could be wake up on the wrong side of the bed, that is certainly what this dog would have done this morning.
As he stalked the streets, he would growl occasionally at the dogs and people he passed.
Reaching a wealthy neighborhood, the mutt started to look through the garbage in the gutter. His tattered ears twitched as he heard happy barking. Glancing, he saw a small Terrier prancing into the road with a toy ball, unaware of the car that was speeding by. Dropping his garbage and barking at her to stop, the dog ran into the street.
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Down the road, a rich man’s blind son was being led by golden retriever. He heard a car honking, and suddenly he was jerked off his feet, as his dog ran into the street.
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The baby had stopped crying; the car had stopped driving; the police sirens had ceased their screeching. LeeLee was playing happily with her ball as the mutt chased her playfully around the yard, much to the young child’s delight. The blind son was being hailed as a hero by the news reporters after halting the car before it had hit all three dogs.
Another car turned onto the road to see what the fuss was all about. But just then, a foaming German shepherd dashed madly into the road.
