How Could You? When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, with age I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?"-- but then you'd relent, and roll me over for a bellyrub. TO READ THE REST OF THE STORY CLICK ON THIS LINK