The boy had no idea of being made the supper of the brute, no matter how hungry FIDO might be.
FIDO knew that, for there were caresses in every stroke of the dimpled hands.
Then he took a chicken bone and held it to the sleeper's nose, but FIDO turned away as though from an annoying fly.
So then and there began the friendship of FIDO and the little boy.
FIDO, with his mutilated ear, limped after his master and seemed not less dreamy than he.
Mamma, why can't I have a collar for FIDO, like that on Charley's dog?
"Please don't howl, FIDO," Raggedy Ann said as she put her two rag arms around the dog's nose.
FIDO, with burning eyes and distended jaws, ran and yelped as if he were mad.
So when FIDO saw the little canary bird in the cage he was glad for Mrs. Tabby's sake.
I think if the hawk had come then, FIDO would have been more than a match for him.