“You know what I like best about dogs?” Bertha said. Gus and I waited. “They love you no matter what.” Bertha smiled down at Wishbone. “Shoot, I know folks who are cranky or stuck up or bold-faced liars and their dogs love ’em like they’re saints or something. Know what I mean?” Gus nodded and said, “Yep.” “I hate to admit it,” Bertha went on, “but I bet half these cats of mine would run off and never look back if somebody came along with a can of sardines.”
