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Adios, Hollywood!
My story by Dick, Dog of Oaxaca As Told to Rose Leiman Goldemberg

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Chapter 1 I Am Discovered

I am a dog, and that is something you must know from the beginning. When I tell my story there are many things you may doubt, but this you must take in earnest, and never question. It makes all things I will tell you understandable, if not always believable, and puts my story in a proper perspective. I am a dog.

I have learned many things from the events of the past years, but chief among them is this: Looks are important. Therefore I will begin with this.

I am of a yellow and brown color, thin but muscular, with large, and, I am told, expressive, brown eyes, and the mole near my mouth is exceedingly well placed. I take no credit for this. It is an accident of birth. Nevertheless, it has served me well. I am of a common type in Oaxaca know as Indian dog. Though none of us remember our ancestors, we spring from one family, I am sure. And it is not falsely modest to say that we yellow-hairs are handsome, though most of us look very much the same.

Chapter 2 The Dog In Hollywood

It was decided that I would live with Wanda in her small house on a hill. The house was very hot, much hotter than Oaxaca, with less air stirring. I soon learned that, in California, many things are different. At home, the higher you climb on a mountain, the cooler it is. In California, the higher you go, the hotter it gets. Still to the pink-skins, high is best, and anyone who is rich enough builds his house at the top,k even though in the summertime it sits on brown, dry land, and in the season of rain it may slide down a hill of mud. For the first few days I was sick, from the water, I think. This meant that I spenbt many hours under Wanda's dark bed, with the smell of my beloved all around me. Wanda set out food for me with her own small hands, strange round crispy bits with the taste of old paper. Though I tried for her sake, I could not swallow them. Finally she took to feeding me with her fingers, molistening the hard bits until they fell apart, and these I licked up greedily, sucking the fingers, too. And so I got well.