“hi, puppy."she's not a puppy. She's a girl," Nancy's mother says.Nancy pats me and says, "Good puppy. Nice puppy." When he mother bends down to pull her away, she wraps both arms around my legs and wails. "No! My puppy!”

“Here and there and everywhere . . . puppies, puppies, puppies!”

“Puppies are adorable. I'm not a puppy.”

“Always be mine, puppy please, puppy please.”

“No, I wanna go kick puppies," she retorted.”

“He slung both arms around the back of his chair, and it reminded me how different girls and guys were. Girls kept their bodies tucked in tight, while boys took up every inch of room they could.”

“There's a card up in your little sweetshop advertising Pomeranian cross puppies free to a good home," he observed. "What's your point?" "I'm not a puppy, you can't give me away.”