"You got a deal," Jay said, and
Willy came home. Jay broke Willy of his bellicose manners
by putting the adolescent with his brother and only one bowl
of food. When they started to fight over the food Jay used
the garden hose on his canine combatents. The expression,
`don't step between fighting dogs unless you're willing to
get bit' is literally very true.
Then there was more bad news. Jay had sold
a pup from the same litter to a prosperous Charlotte dentist
who had said, "I'm building a big house in the country
on twenty-five acres, with some cows too."
"But is the backyard fenced?" Jay
Unfortunately the dentist's prestige home had
double, nine foot high carved oak doors, with no screen or
storm doors. The dentist's kids ran outside, the dog followed,
and died when struck by a car traveling at sixty mph on a
"Why don't you take Willy. He needs a
good home," Jay suggested to the grieving dentist.
"I can't. I feel so bad about my puppy's
death. I don't want to see another dog right now."
Jay told Robin, "He's letting his shame,
his disappointment in his own mistake, cloud his judgement.
Why don't you call his wife. A woman, a mother, will handle
this kind of decision better than a man does." Robin
nodded, and sure enough, the dentist's wife agreed to replace
their pet, and came for Willy.
"My husband feels terrible, but I see
no reason to deprive our children of a pet. And, I ordered
custom-made storm doors for our house," she said.
"That was a lot of work, wasn't it?"
Jay asked Robin.
"And some people think this is just an
easy and fun hobby."