Dog: New York, 1930

      The dog followed George G. McGunn everywhere that one June day; to the post office, his office, the church, the store, and all the way to the butcher shop. The dog wasn't anything special, just an average mutt. George hated the idea of the mutt following him everywhere. He could see his friends laughing at him, and heard his business acquaintances say, “George always attracts the dirtiest mutts to himself.”

      George asked the butcher for a large hunk of sausage. The butcher offered to wrap it, but George said, “I'll take it unwrapped, but with a string. I have a mutt to get rid of.”

     George took the sausage chunk and tied it to the bumper of a car, which was stopped at the busy intersection. The car took off, and the dog ran after, to retrieve the sausage on a string.

      George felt good. He had shaken off the dog, and done so in a most brilliant manner. He was about to give his snarky business acquaintance directions, when the dog reappeared. This time, the mutt had brought along a half-dozen of his mutt buddies. After that, George G. McGunn was no longer seen as the top dog; with his newest, canine travel companions, he was truly in the dog house.