miniatures, who got sick riding in the rumble seat of a car riding with me on the way to the green itch dog show. a red rubber bib around her throat and since a rain storm came up halfway through the bronx i had to hold over her a small green umbrella. really more of a parasol. the rain beat down fearfully and suddenly the driver of the car drove into a big garage filled with mechanics. it happened so quickly that i forgot to put the umbrella down. and i will always remember with sickening distress the look of incredulity mix with hatred that came over the face of the particular hardened garage man who came over it to see what we wanted. when he took a look at me and the poodle, all garage men and people of that intolerable stripe hate poodles with their curious haircut especially with the pom-poms you have to leave on their hip if you expect the dog to win a priz. but the airedale as i have said, it was the worst of all my dogs. he really wasn t my dog. as a matter of fact, i came hom