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