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A BLUE-EYED blond* looked down at me. "I'm Doris Day," she said, and in that moment I knew we were meant for each other.
"DORIS DAY IS MY BOSS"
A POODLE'S-EYE VIEW BY "SMUDGY"
"she stumbled over me — that's how we met— she apologized, and well ..."
There comes a time in every dog's life when he finds it hard to hurdle a six-foot fence, when he has gained a few extra pounds around the waist, and when he is content to lie quietly in the sun and think.
I lie now upon a high chaise lounge in Doris Day's yard, my eyes half-closed against the morning sun. Or the thick grass Marty and Terry are playing catch, while my mistress sleeps in the sun, as lazy for once as I am.
As I reflect upon the seven years of my life, remembered incidents take fire in the sun — the evening I bi Bill Holden's police dog, the time I brought my mistressi a brick as a present and broke the toe of the friend who was with her, the night she took my paws betweer her hands and told me she was going to be married.
But all those things happened in my adulthood, no* at the beginning. In the beginning, I was born. ] was born of two noble parents — the Marquis and Marquise Roi Noir du Lac — who saw to it that the firsi months of my life were spent in acquiring that knowl-j edge of manners, genealogy, and formal etiquette without which no well-born French poodle is allowed t< enter into society.
Alas, for such pride and education. Before I was sb months old, I had been sold, chained, flogged, fondlet by sniveling children, and forced to endure night afte night of dull conversation. Suddenly I knew I had t< get away.
I ran like I had never run before in all my lif e — ra? until my paws were bloody. The world was before mewild and inviting. I would search it through until found a master to follow, to walk behind.
I intelligently decided that the obvious place t look for one would be Beverly Hills, so noon foun me stretched out on the sidewalk of Beverly Drive, was approached by many people. (Continued on page 50 j
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