Yes, no other dog. Why?
There’s a strange odor.
The Cat, doubtless.
The Cat? What’s a Cat? I’ve never seen one. Do they leave you in the room all alone?
It happens so now and then.
And you don’t bark? I cry as soon as I’m left alone. I’m bored, afraid, feel sick, and chew up the cushions.
And then you’re whipped.
THE LITTLE DOG, (insulted)
I’m—what did you say? You’re losing your senses, I imagine. (Suddenly amiable again.) That would be a pity. You have lovely eyes.
Haven’t I? They show well, don’t they? They’re large, and then they stick out. She says I have eyes like a lobster’s, and sometimes She says “his beautiful seal’s eyes, his frog-like eyes of gold.”
I don’t understand all you say, but I find you
so very sympathetic!
What are you doing this evening?
Why ... I dine.
Naturally! I wanted to know whether they receive here this evening, or do you go out?
No, I’ve been out already.
Why, of course? I hardly stir except in a carriage. Show me the underside of your paws. Horrors! One would say ’twas the stone they sharpen knives on! Look at mine. Satin on top, velvet underneath.
I’d like to see you in the country, on the cobble-stones.
I’ve been there, Sir. I was in the country last summer and there weren’t any cobble-stones.
Then it wasn’t the country. You don’t know what country means.