"By the way, I have heard them talking about getting Charlie a dog." "Oh!" cried the lady, with a little shudder, "beg them not to.

I cannot sanction that.

I hate dogs." "Why do you hate them ?" asked Mrs.Morris gently.
"They are such dirty things; they always smell and have vermin on them." "A dog," said Mrs.Morris, "is something like a child.

If you want it clean and pleasant, you have got to keep it so.

This dog's skin is as clean as yours or mine.