“He is so poor that he could not keep a dog.”
“But it was hard to keep his hands still. He could almost feel them twitching emphatically with his strong desire to reach out and stroke the dog's head. He had such a terrible yearning to love something again, and the dog was such a beautiful ugly dog.”
“The misery of keeping a dog is his dying so soon. But, to be sure, if he lived for fifty years and then died, what would become of me?”
“A dog cannot relate his autobiography; however, eloquently he may bark, he cannot tell you that his parents were honest though poor.”
“Grandpa?" Declan raised his eyebrows."We keep him in the shed out back," Jack said helpfully. "So he doesn't eat dog brains.”
“He could not take what he could never keep.”