Meeting the Founders

We are inviting you to join our club of sixty- two. I was surprised, excited, and honored, by Miss Lou. You are our type, she assured me. We all want you. I believed her for sure; it gave me a big head too. You even look like the founders, the Ticket master said. I did not catch her name, something like Rover Fido Red. And will they be there? I asked, curious. I thought they were dead. They might be, he agreed, if they wake up and get out of bed. The door open wide and the dogs came running in. One gave me a swift sloppy lick on my chin. Another one sniffed me all over, until Rover made him stop. “Now let’s introduce you to the founders, the top.” The founders were gray hounds, Miss. Hiawatha and Miss Dirk. They were old maid sisters, who never had to work. Their father gave them money, so they could play all day. I looked like these dog? No bow! No wow! No way!