Mr. Gray was thirty-eight. He was tall, slender, and handsome. He was a little bald in front, business-like, and focused. His features were perfect. His eyes sparkled with intelligence. He was a renowned scientist. I don’t know what that means. But, oh, my mother would have happily shown off that word in front of the other dogs. They would have felt so sad to be so uneducated. The best word, though, is “laboratory.” My mother could have saddened all the dogs with that one