Konrad was a dog–but he refused to believe it.
His mother had told him, “Konrad, you’re such a handsome dog.”
“Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm,” sang Konrad so he didn’t have to listen.
One day he was adopted by a family who wanted a dog. They treated Konrad just the way a dog should be treated. He had two bright plastic dishes–one for dog food and one for water. He had a comfortable piece of rug, a shiny collar, a long leather leash. He was walked and brushed, patted on the head, and given chewy biscuits. For any dog, it was a wonderful life. But not for Konrad. As far as he was concerned, it was a dog’s life and he wasn’t a dog!
So, he ran away.