National Republican., 1875-06-17
How the Dogs Like Thsm-sesps on Seventh
Street.

There are several ways Of hurting dogs feel
ipgs. One can call him names or cut chunks out
of his tail or fool him with an old bone. He will
consider these things among the ordinary mis-
haps Of lfe and still cling to his master with all
bring him to the ragged edge, to send q streak
of grief through his whole system, he must be
disgraced in the sight of other dogs.
Seventh street merchant last Sunday con-
ceiyed an idea for discOncertiDg the usual calm
eQuanimIty OF his dogs disposition. The merchant
with several Of his friends and his dog-a large
Newfoundland-were enjoying the quiet Of the
Sabbath, and view Of the scenery in front OF the
Centre market, on the porch Of the American
hotel, Seventh street. The dog was twisting his
tail almost of from his spine out Of pride for
bran new wire muELle, and occasionally feeling
with his paws behind his ears to see that It
nervousness natural to dog when he first comes
out with muLZle.
His master, as he ruminated over toothpick
and looked on the calm side of life, sW0oped dcwn
on an idea for enlivening the deadness of the
hour. He noticed the apertures in the muZZle in
front OF the dogs nose and determined TO utilize
them. He procured Q couple Of pieces Of cork,
and having inserted needles in them, fastened
them in the holes in such manner that wherever
Then the merchant, with q quiet, unassuming
chuckle told his friends that they'd see some fun
pretty soon, A little yellow dog trOtted around
the corner and the Newfoundland walked up and
pattered out to meet II. The reception wasn't
characterized with the cordiality tnaE usually
marks such occasions. The Newfoundland nosed
around the yellow dog, but didn't awaken re-
sponsi7e chord.
The yellow dog looked panied, and when the
other ave him an unusually vigorous bunt with
his nose, as to reprove him for his coldness, the
yellow dog Bpeeded away to the corner OF the
alley with all the poetry Of q sidelong motion,
and stopped to cast back sad, lingering look Of
injured confidence, and then disappeared with
parting yelp, full Of bitterness and pain. The
Newfoundland was bothered St first and finally
consoled himself apparently with the conclusion
that the stranger must have belonged to some
secret society, and composed himself on his
Launches TO await for another more social passer.
by. Another came-an amiAble-looking mongrel-
and the Newfoundland stepped up with Q
sprightly air, and, after few preliminary con-
gratulAtions, began to extend the usual courte-
sizes, but was rebuffed. When he attempted the
old-established salute recognized by dogs all
over the world his mongrel acquaintance gave
pump, gave himself up to piteous whining, and
tended to circulate freely among other dogs 10
wear needles on his nose.
The Newfoundland felt sad. He could remem.
Der the time when common street dogs considered
1t an honor to be nosed by him, and when high
bred spaDiels would walk clean across the street
to enjoy his society. He thonght that he must be
growing old and iDattractive, and began to have
visions Of dresry old age pass, in endless strug
giles with heas, and futile attempts to howl and
grab little boys by the pants with his pristine
Vigor, and he skunk home in the shadow Of the
houses, with dropping tail and SPIRIT and backed
into his kennel with feeling Of resignation and
resolution to pass the remainder Of his life in
seelusioH.