When I’d said that she could use my basement as temporary lodgings, I’d expected that she would rest, exercise, eat a bit from what I could snitch from Mrs. Thompson’s kitchen. But not Irma. She was up at the first light of dawn, which came through a crack in the dirty window, and out to “find herself.” Well, she looked in some very strange places, is all this cocker spaniel can say.
–George Selden, Irma and Jerry