The True Confessions of a Badly Misunderstood Dog

"My mother told me about the good old days of long ago, which she'd heard about from her own mother and grandmother, when our ancestors were rootless, roaming mongrels known as the St. John's water dogs. That was before some Lord High Mucky-muck across the ocean got fancy on us and started calling us Labrador retrievers. When we were the old water dogs, she said, we developed our famous, justly admired webbed toes to help us swim out in the oceans and ponds and rivers and rescue people all the time .