Puppy Dog “Tale”

My granddaughter, Rose, who is three, dragged an old pushbutton phone we keep for her to play with down the hall to the living room and said, “This is a puppy.  Do you want to pet it?”

I dutifully petted the “puppy”.  Later she set the phone on the coffee table and on a whim I decided to make a pretend phone call.  On that day, Rose’s sister had a minor injury, so I inquired of the “doctor” about it and concluded with, “Okay, I’ll have her mommy call for an appointment.”

When I “hung up”, Rose said, “Sissy can’t go to the doctor.”

“Oh,” I asked, “Why not?”

Her answer—the last thing I expected— “Because you were calling on your puppy’s tail.”

Elizabeth Ruth

 

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