One day, as Fluff played on the road, he noticed a big house.
On the roof of the house was a big bone with a large, red bow tied around it.
Next to it was a board saying in bold letters: “For the Best Dog in the
World”.

That is me,’ thought Fluff. He was only a pup, and thought no
end of himself. He charged at the big iron gate of the house and threw himself
against it, “Let me in! Let me in!” he barked.

A serious looking Dobermann was guarding the gate.

“Stop that racket!” he growled.
“Did your mother not teach you any manners? We don’t let ruffians like you
in.”

Fluff was angry and disappointed. He ran back home in a huff
and burst into tears.

“Why are you crying?” asked his mother, licking his
tears. Fluff told her what the guard dog had said.

“He is right, son. You should have asked him to open the
gate politely,” said his mother.

The next day, Fluff was careful. When he
arrived at the gate, he politely asked the Dobermann, “Please let me go
in.” The Dobermann nodded approvingly and opened the big iron gate.

Thrilled at being inside, Fluff charged into the compound. He
was so excited he ran all over the grass. He dug up the freshly-sown flowerbeds
and trampled the plants. Suddenly a huge Alsatian gardener dog came barking
angrily, “You careless, mannerless pup! how dare you spoil my garden? Go
away and don’t come back till you learn to behave.”

Frightened, Fluff scampered off, his springy tail between his
legs. When he told his mother what had happened to him, she scolded him too.

The next day Fluff was careful. After asking to be let in
politely, he marched quietly up the drive. He pushed open the front door and
trotted in quietly. No one seemed to be around. Or so he thought till a shrill
voice startled him, “You dirty pup, see what you did to my clean
floor!”

Fluff swivelled around. In dismay, he saw his muddy paw marks
on the spotless floor and glowering at him was the maid dog, Mrs. Dachshund.

“Shoo! Don’t come back here without a bath. And remember
to wipe your paws on the doormat next time.” Mrs. Dachshund yapped after
him.

Fluff’s head hung in shame as he slunk away. He could hear
gardener dog and watchdog laughing at him.

The whole of that day he scrubbed and combed his fur until
his coat was shiny and smooth. By evening, he was spick and span. ‘No one can
turn me away now,’ Fluff

thought to himself.

The following day, the watchdog whistled in surprise as he
opened the gate to see a neat and tidy Fluff. The gardener dog looked on
astonished as Fluff walked primly