“This is the third collar that Bumper has chewed up!” said Mrs Geoffrey in a temper. Bumper, her pug, was hiding under the sofa, looking terribly ashamed. He couldn’t understand why they made so much noise every time he chewed up his collar. After all it was his own, wasn’t it? The farm animals tried to explain to him that it was safer that he wore the collar or that bad man from the dog-pound would catch him and put him in a cage with all the stray dogs. But Bumper simply chewed each new collar. Mrs Geoffrey was fed up. The next morning she marched off to the market with her bag and her umbrella. When she returned, something was clinking in the bag. She caught Bumper and put on his new collar. “Now try chewing that!” she said. And Bumper simply couldn’t, for it was a bright steel chain collar!
Pug’s New Collar
