a puppy is very like a baby and loves something to bite.

Miss Laura found him, and he rolled his eyes at her quite
innocently, not knowing that he was doing wrong. She took the hat
away, and pointing from it to him, said, "Bad Billy!" Then she
gave him two or three slaps with a bootlace. She never struck a
little dog with her hand or a stick. She said clubs were for big dogs
and switches for little dogs, if one had to use them. The best way
was to scold them, for a good dog feels a severe scolding as much
as a whipping.

Billy was very much ashamed of himself. Nothing would induce
him even to look at a hat again. But he thought it was no harm to
worry other things. He attacked one thing after another, the rugs on
the floor, curtains, anything flying or fluttering, and Miss Laura
patiently scolded him for each one, till at last it dawned upon him
that he must not worry anything but a bone. Then he got to be a
very good dog.

There was one thing that Miss Laura was very particular about,
and that was to have him fed regularly. We both got three meals a
day. We were never allowed to go into the dining room, and while
the family was at the table, we lay in the hall outside and watched
what was going on.

Dogs take a great interest in what any one gets to eat. It was quite
exciting to see the Morrises' passing each other different dishes,
and to smell the nice, hot food. Billy often wished that he could
get up on the table. He said that he would make things fly. When
he was growing, he hardly ever got enough to eat. I used to tell him