The 101 Dalmatians (20 page)

But during the many happy hours the Cadpig was to sit watching it in the warm kitchen, she never liked it
quite
so much as that other television—that still, silent television she had seen on Christmas Eve, when the puppies had rested so peacefully in the strange, lofty building. She often remembered that building, and wondered who owned it—someone very kind, she was sure. For in front of every one of the many seats there had been a little carpet-eared, puppy-sized dog-bed.