They were very , very good to him . They fed him , and made a comfortable bed for him , and rubbed something on the leg which he had hurt and which had swollen . Almost right away after eating Bowser went to sleep and slept and slept and slept . It was the very best thing he could have done . The next day he felt a whole lot better , but he was so stiff and lame that he could hardly move . He did n't try very much . He was petted and cared for quite as tenderly as he would have been at his own home . So several days passed , and Bowser was beginning to feel more like himself . The more he felt like himself , the more he wanted to go home . It was n't that there he would receive any greater kindness than he was now receiving , but home is home and there is no place like it . So Bowser began to be uneasy . `` This dog does n't belong anywhere around here , '' said the man of the house . `` I know every Hound for miles around , and I never have seen this one before . He has come a long distance . It will not do to let him go , for he will try to find his way home and the chances are that he will again get lost . We must keep him in the house or chained up . Perhaps some day we may be able to find his owner . If not , we will keep him . I am sure he will soon become contented here . '' Now that man knew dogs .
Had XXXXX had the chance , he would have done exactly what that man had said .
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