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sat under the table in perplexed disapproval to begin with, and then in alcoholic perplexed disapproval, because Laddie was generosity itself when it came to sharing saucers of beer.
Now, after they’d both been thrown out, Gaspode decided it was time for a lecture in true dogness.
‘You don’t want to go himblong. Umlong. Humbling yourself to ‘umans,’ he said. ‘It’s letting everyone , you know.’ He managed to get back on all four feet. ‘I mean, look at the start I had in life. Frone inna river inna sack. An actual sack, Dear little puppy dog opens his eyes, look out in wonder at the world, style offing, he’s in this sack.’ The tears dripped off his nose. ‘For two weeks I thought the brick was my mother.’
‘Woof,’ said Laddie, with uncomprehending sympathy. down. We’ll never frow off the shackles of dependency on mankind if dogs like you go aroun’ bein’ glad to see people the whole time. I was person’ly disgusted when you did that Lyin’-on-your-back-and-playin’-dead routine, let me tell you.’ ‘Woof.’ ‘You’re just a running dog of the human imperialists,’ said Gaspode severely. Laddie put his paws over his nose. Gaspode tried to stand up, tripped over his legs, and sat down heavily. After a while a couple of huge tears coursed down his fur. ‘Concourse,’ he said, ‘I never had a chance