Macon leaned one curtch against the wall,and bent siffly to push Edward's rump with a finger. Edward sat. Macon clucked. Then he straightened and backed away,holding out his hand, but instead of staying, Edward got up and followed him.
'Sss,' Muriel said, between her teeth. Edward sat down at once. 'He doesn't take you seriously,' she said.
'Well,I know that,' Macon said crossly.
His broken leg was aching, but the lesson went on, and Muriel went on talking and asking questions. She told Macon how lucky he was to get to travel to all kinds of places, like Paris , how wonderful, and write gyidebooks about them. She herself had never even been on an airplane, did he realize that?
When she had gone, leaving a new leash with a special training collar for Edward, Macon and Edward practiced for the rest of the day. By suppertime, Edward had learned to sit and stayed there, complaining and rolling his eyes, while Macon clucked in praise. A cluck was now part of the family language. Charles clucked over Rose's baked potatoes. Porter clucked when Macon dealt him a good hand of cards.
During the evening Edward chewed a pencil to pieces, stole a bone from the kitchen, and was sick on the sun porch rug. But now that he could sit on command,everyone felt more hopeful.
'When I was in high school,' Muriel said, tapping her foot at Edward, 'my teachers told me I should go to college.But,well,I didn't. That was because of Norman, mostly. My ex-husband, He was just dying to marry me, you see, but we were awful young to get married. I was seventeen. He was eighteen.'
On the second lesson they had done walking to heel, and now in the third lesson Edward was supposed to be learning to lie down and stay. It was not going well. Edward just looked away when Muriel gave the command, which was two taps of the foot. In between telling Macon about her ex-husband Norman, Norman's dog, Norman's mother,and Norman's mother car, Muriel had to keep pulling Edward's front legs out from under him and forcing him to lie down.
Macon leaned one curtch against the wall,and bent siffly to push Edward's rump with a finger. Edward sat. Macon clucked. Then he straightened and backed away,holding out his hand, but instead of staying, Edward got up and followed him. 'Sss,' Muriel said, between her teeth. Edward sat down at once. 'He doesn't take you seriously,' she said. 'Well,I know that,' Macon said crossly. His broken leg was aching, but the lesson went on, and Muriel went on talking and asking questions. She told Macon how lucky he was to get to travel to all kinds of places, like Paris , how wonderful, and write gyidebooks about them. She herself had never even been on an airplane, did he realize that? When she had gone, leaving a new leash with a special training collar for Edward, Macon and Edward practiced for the rest of the day. By suppertime, Edward had learned to sit and stayed there, complaining and rolling his eyes, while Macon clucked in praise. A cluck was now part of the family language. Charles clucked over Rose's baked potatoes. Porter clucked when Macon dealt him a good hand of cards.During the evening Edward chewed a pencil to pieces, stole a bone from the kitchen, and was sick on the sun porch rug. But now that he could sit on command,everyone felt more hopeful. 'When I was in high school,' Muriel said, tapping her foot at Edward, 'my teachers told me I should go to college.But,well,I didn't. That was because of Norman, mostly. My ex-husband, He was just dying to marry me, you see, but we were awful young to get married. I was seventeen. He was eighteen.' On the second lesson they had done walking to heel, and now in the third lesson Edward was supposed to be learning to lie down and stay. It was not going well. Edward just looked away when Muriel gave the command, which was two taps of the foot. In between telling Macon about her ex-husband Norman, Norman's dog, Norman's mother,and Norman's mother car, Muriel had to keep pulling Edward's front legs out from under him and forcing him to lie down.
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