When the narrator was a kid, he used to run into a puppy on his way back from school. The puppy was clean and tidy, and the narrator wondered if the puppy had an owner. A neighbor told the narrator that the puppy was a picky eater, and that he liked the food that the dog gave him. The narrator was happy to feed the puppy himself, because the dog was a good dog, and he didn't want to scare the other dogs around him.