Mustn't Be Upset

At the dog-show held at our local hospital fete, there were many handsome dogs with equally handsome owners. But my attention was drawn to a small mongrel and his owner, a boy of about eleven. For nearly an hour, the boy had been gently grooming and hugging his pet in turn.

When his name was called the boy tenderly took the dog's head into his cupped hands and looked at him with all the love a small boy could show. "Now you mustn't be upset if you don't win a prize," he said, "you see, they don't know you as well as I do." — Unknown