The Burglars

The apartment has been burglarized again. They have taken a record player, a typewriter, a portable radio and other things besides. When I ask the detective if he would recommend a watchdog, he replied, “No, they will only steal the dog as well.” And of course, he was right. They did. They took the faithful blue terrier that I had been meaning to purchase for ever so long in spite of the price and for which I could never get up the money until it had vanished from the window of the pet shop. Moreover, the detective dispensed his wisdom modestly, and I will admire him for this one day, but in the meantime I have decided to strike out on my own.