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butterflies? Have you ever heard of a cat going hunting with you or stalking game? I’m sure you haven’t, and neither have I, except for an occasional mouse, and what kind of an adventure is that? A five-year-old boy needs adventure, and a cat, well, that is just ludicrous. I’m not quite sure what that word means, but Mom always says it when she wants to tell someone how silly something is. Anyway, I needed some adventure. When our television worked, I would watch astronauts preparing to go to the moon. President Kennedy said we wanted to get there before the Russians. I think the Russians are from Mars or something. I saw a movie about people from Mars coming to earth and they weren’t very nice. I’m sure that is why President Kennedy doesn’t want them on the moon. Someday I will be an astronaut. I asked my Dad if there were astronauts where we live. He said the astronauts lived in Florida, and that it is a long way from Idaho. So I suppose I will have to wait until I am older. I thought I could be a cowboy. Dad had been a cowboy when he was younger, and we watched John Wayne on the television sometimes. But a cowboy has to have guns, and my mom won’t even let me have toy ones. When I pretend to be a cowboy, I have to use a stick for my gun. There’s not much adventure in that. That only leaves a dog. A boy can have a lot of adventure with a dog. But I had asked my dad for a dog a billion times, give or take a few, and I had never gotten anywhere. I figured my dad never had a dog, and so he didn’t know how important they are. Then one day, as I was looking at some old pictures, I came across one of a boy standing beside the biggest dog I had ever seen. The dog stood nearly as tall as the boy. Next to them was a