I (21) by Mr. J. Gerald Cowcamper's house one day and was greeted by a rather old looking dog. She was a gentle beast who (22) her tail as she pushed her nose against my hand. 'What's her (23) ?' I asked. 'I call her 'Dog Face',' replied the old (24) . ' (25) do you call her that?' I inquired. 'Isn't it obvious?' asked Mr. Cowcamper. 'Not really.' Mr. Cowcamper cradled the old animal's head in his hands. 'If you (26) at just the right angle, you can see that she seems to have a dog's face,' he (27) . 'But she is a (28) !' I said. 'Shhhh!' Mr. Cowcamper responded with the loudest whisper I have ever (29) . 'Don't let her hear you say that! I said (30) , because I didn't know what to say. 21 .