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“I’m sure it would cost a fortune to feed him,” my mother added, agreeing with Daniel. However, at the mention of a Great Dane, I had seen that look come over my dad’s face. “Oh, it won’t be that bad,” he said. “We always have some old milk at the barn, and he can eat a few table scraps now and then.” “With the size of him, maybe we could just tie him to the manger and feed him hay,” John, my oldest brother, suggested. “And saddle and ride him,” Daniel added. My dad picked the puppy up and looked at it. “Sure enough, it’s a male,” he announced. I’m not sure how a person tells those kind of things. I think it is written on the underside somewhere, kind of like all of my toy cars that Albert tells me say “Made in Taiwan” underneath. I picked the dog up to look to see where the writing was, but I didn’t see any. Everyone laughed at me for trying. I’m sure it was because they knew I can’t read. But it didn’t matter. I had a dog. Mr. Silverstein rounded us up a box to put the pup in. I got to hold it on my lap all the way home. As we drove, we had to decide on a name. “How about Rufus?” Mary, my oldest sister, suggested. “Rufus is a good dog’s name.” “That would be good,” Daniel chimed in. “That way we could call him Doofus for short.” I couldn’t see how Doofus was short for Rufus, but I didn’t like the idea of naming my dog that. “I don’t like Rufus,” I complained. “Look at his four white paws,” Josie, my second sister, said. “Maybe we could call him Mitsy, since he’s