Dog In The Ice Box

When I was about seven years old, my family and I lived on the Morgan-Cardova Road in Pendleton County, Kentucky, on a farm owned by Earl Wallace. While playing with our little beagle dog one day, for some reason I decided to put the dog in one of the compartments in an old ice box that we had, which did not have any ice in it at the time.

I went off to play and completely forgot about the dog. Later, we heard the little dog crying, and we could not figure out where he was. I did not remember putting him into the ice box. We looked all through the house, under the house, and everywhere we could think of in order to find the little dog.

The cries got fainter and fainter (I think the poor little dog was about to die), and at last I remembered what I had done. I felt so badly about it that I hesitated to tell anyone what I had done, but then I thought how bad it would be if the dog did actually die. So, then, I went into the house, opened the door on the little compartment on the ice box and let the dog out. Believe it or not, he was so proud to see me. I was also glad to see him (alive!). I do not remember whether I got any punishment for that, but I never did it again. And the dog remained my friend. How many humans would remain a friend after all of that?