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Rags
THE CAR stopped and a shaggy little dog named Rags was pushed into
the street. Rags' owner was very angry.
"That's the last slipper of mine that you'll chew up!" he said, and
sped away.
Rags stood in the street.
"So that was it," he thought. "But he had so many slippers in his
closet, how was I to know he'd mind if I just chewed a few?"
The street was wide and empty and Rags was frightened. What was a
small dog to do? What could he do? Of course ... he must find another
home!
Suddenly Rags grew up. He would never again chew a slipper! Up on the
sidewalk he scrambled, ready for adventure. He didn't feel sad at all
now.
"Surely," he thought, "I can soon find a nice home."
He walked down the sidewalk looking at every house. In front of one
was a lady watering her flowers. Rags walked up to her politely.
"Woof! Woof!" he said, and wagged his tail.
The lady turned.
"Oh, you dirty, ragged creature!" she cried, "Get off my lawn!" And
with that, she turned the water upon him.
Rags ran. He didn't want a home in that lady's house--or in her
neighborhood.
Cold and wet and frightened, he ran along the street. He was too
tired to run any more, when he saw a man rocking on the porch of a
very pretty house. Perhaps this man would give him a home. Rags stood
still. Did he dare go up and ask him? Timidly, he crept up, stood
very still, and wagged his tail.
The man looked over his glasses and said, "Well! Well!"
Rags looked up and said, "Woof!" which meant in dog language, "I need
a home."
Rags didn't see the cat on the arm of the man's chair. He didn't know
she was there until, arching her back, she sprang forward and landed
on his face.
"Rrrow!" she screeched. Her claws were sharp. She was telling him,
"This is my home! GO AWAY!"
Rags ran. "Yip-yip-yip-yip-yip," he cried. He ran and ran. The houses
were smaller now, and not so close together. He saw some boxes on a
vacant lot. He went over, crawled into one, and went to sleep.
The boxes belonged to a little boy named Gary. He was building a
playhouse with them. And as soon as he had carried in the wood and
swept the walks, he would call, "Grandma, everything's done! May I
play in my box house now?"
"Yes, dear," said Grandma.
the street. Rags' owner was very angry.
"That's the last slipper of mine that you'll chew up!" he said, and
sped away.
Rags stood in the street.
"So that was it," he thought. "But he had so many slippers in his
closet, how was I to know he'd mind if I just chewed a few?"
The street was wide and empty and Rags was frightened. What was a
small dog to do? What could he do? Of course ... he must find another
home!
Suddenly Rags grew up. He would never again chew a slipper! Up on the
sidewalk he scrambled, ready for adventure. He didn't feel sad at all
now.
"Surely," he thought, "I can soon find a nice home."
He walked down the sidewalk looking at every house. In front of one
was a lady watering her flowers. Rags walked up to her politely.
"Woof! Woof!" he said, and wagged his tail.
The lady turned.
"Oh, you dirty, ragged creature!" she cried, "Get off my lawn!" And
with that, she turned the water upon him.
Rags ran. He didn't want a home in that lady's house--or in her
neighborhood.
Cold and wet and frightened, he ran along the street. He was too
tired to run any more, when he saw a man rocking on the porch of a
very pretty house. Perhaps this man would give him a home. Rags stood
still. Did he dare go up and ask him? Timidly, he crept up, stood
very still, and wagged his tail.
The man looked over his glasses and said, "Well! Well!"
Rags looked up and said, "Woof!" which meant in dog language, "I need
a home."
Rags didn't see the cat on the arm of the man's chair. He didn't know
she was there until, arching her back, she sprang forward and landed
on his face.
"Rrrow!" she screeched. Her claws were sharp. She was telling him,
"This is my home! GO AWAY!"
Rags ran. "Yip-yip-yip-yip-yip," he cried. He ran and ran. The houses
were smaller now, and not so close together. He saw some boxes on a
vacant lot. He went over, crawled into one, and went to sleep.
The boxes belonged to a little boy named Gary. He was building a
playhouse with them. And as soon as he had carried in the wood and
swept the walks, he would call, "Grandma, everything's done! May I
play in my box house now?"
"Yes, dear," said Grandma.
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5 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 17, 2006
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May 22, 2021
This extremely short dog story shows the reciprocal relationship between man and dog, each doing their part for the whole. Rags grew up after his trial of abandonment. 🐶🐶
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Rags' owner throws him out of the car into the street because Rags chewed the owner's slippers once again. After trying to find a home, without success, Rags sees a box house and goes to sleep there, a little boy finds the raggedy dog in his little house and brings him home. Gary's grandmother lets Rags, named because of his unruly look, stay overnight and will find Rags a home in the morning. Rags worried about his new home feels something is wrong, and barks waking up Grandma, who sees the fire and saves the house, Rags is rewarded with a home for life.
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Rags' owner throws him out of the car into the street because Rags chewed the owner's slippers once again. After trying to find a home, without success, Rags sees a box house and goes to sleep there, a little boy finds the raggedy dog in his little house and brings him home. Gary's grandmother lets Rags, named because of his unruly look, stay overnight and will find Rags a home in the morning. Rags worried about his new home feels something is wrong, and barks waking up Grandma, who sees the fire and saves the house, Rags is rewarded with a home for life.
December 29, 2023
I had a dog named Rags, and that is what lead me to Rags by Karen Niemann.
It was many years ago that I first read this story, and recently I re-discovered it, happy that I kept it, and even happier re-reading, because it is a touching short story of an unwanted dog who needs a family, and how he grows up.
I was a little disappointed that I could not find an illustrated copy as of this date, but the tale itself worth much, nevertheless. It is a good, wholesome story for children, too.
🟣Kindle version.
🟤 Gutenberg Project.
It was many years ago that I first read this story, and recently I re-discovered it, happy that I kept it, and even happier re-reading, because it is a touching short story of an unwanted dog who needs a family, and how he grows up.
I was a little disappointed that I could not find an illustrated copy as of this date, but the tale itself worth much, nevertheless. It is a good, wholesome story for children, too.
🟣Kindle version.
🟤 Gutenberg Project.
January 22, 2012
Super super short! Finished in less than 5 minutes.
June 27, 2012
loved it
September 26, 2013
Really cute and really short.
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April 30, 2019I didn't realize this is a children's book.
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