Anywhere between $30 and $50, the store owner retorted.
The young youngster took some change out of his pocket. He
said, "I have $2.37." "Can I look at them, please?"
The store owner whistled while grinning. Lady emerged from
the kennel and was followed by five teeny, little balls of hair as she went
down the aisle of his store.
One of the puppies was far behind the others. The young boy
immediately pointed to the hobbling, lagging puppy and asked, "What's
wrong with that little dog?"
According to the store owner, the veterinarian had inspected
the small puppy and found that it lacked a hip socket. It would constantly
limp. It would never be funny.
The young boy grew animated. "That is the puppy I want
to purchase."
No, you don't want to buy that small dog, the store owner
said. If you're serious about having him, I'll just hand him over.
The young boy became quite agitated. He pointed his finger
at the business owner while maintaining eye contact and replied;
"Please don't give him to me," I said. I'll pay
full price for that little dog because it's worth just as much as all the other
pets. In fact, until I get him paid for, I'll send you $2.37 now and 50 cents
each month.
You really don't want to buy this little dog, the store
owner argued. He will never be able to play with you and run and leap like the
other puppies.
Unexpectedly, the young child reached down and rolled up his
pant leg to reveal a left leg that was crippled, severely bent, and supported
by a large metal brace. He calmly retorted, "Well, I don't run so well
myself, and the tiny puppy will need someone who understands!," as he
turned to face the store owner.