“I think we
should get Albert a pet. He's almost one year old now. What do you
think?” Mrs. Applebottom asked her husband the question.
“A pet? How
about a goldfish?” Mr. Applebottom made his lips pucker and move like a
fish breathing under water.
That's not what I had in mind.”
“How about a
sighed. “One year old boys do not play with ferrets. I was thinking more
like a dog or a cat.”
“A cat? We could
buy a fluffy cat and name it Whiskers. Albert would love a cat.”
“I really mean
that we should get Albert a dog. We could name him Spot, or Ruff, or
Doggie.” Mrs. Applebottom loved dogs.
“We'll get him a
dog, but its name won't be Spot, or Ruff, or Doggie. Its name will be
They went to the
pet store and let Albert pick out the dog he wanted. Albert selected a
big reddish-brown dog.
“He looks just
like a George,” Mr. Applebottom said.
“Did you hear
that, dear? Albert spoke.” Mrs. Applebottom was ecstatic. “My baby spoke
his first word, George.”
From that day on
George and Albert were inseparable. They played together, slept in the
same bed and ate meals at the same time. As the years went by Mr. and
Mrs. Applebottom watched their boy grow from a baby to a toddler and
into a boy. George was always by his side.
“I'm glad we got
a dog instead of a goldfish,” Mr. Applebottom said.
“Me too, dear.
Me too.” Mrs. Applebottom kissed her husband on the cheek as both of
them watched their son and his dog playing in the back yard.