Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1880-03-26
NY Pet Terrier.

Tow-row, a genuine wiro-haired terrier Of
dark golden yellow with white frill and toes,
was bred in the ble-yard of one of Lord
Lilford's country seats.
1t was at the Star Inn Weymouth, kept by
Freddy that / made acquaintance with Tow
row as a pup. He took liking to me instant
ly-always accompanied me to my room and
shared my dinner. Experience taught him
that as soon as my own appetite was appeas-
ed his would be attended to, so he would
quietly sleep on the sofa until his meal was
ready. As he was highly valued as we'll as
valuable, the street was forbidden ground,
and though he kept at my heel constantly he
never would follow me beyond the doorstep.
When he was about six months old sent my
portmanteau one evening from the station to
the Star by porter, as I was going to stop
there for the night. l told the man to put it
into my bedroom, and get glass of beer for
his trouble. On my arrival 1 found the dog
sitting on the portmanteau, which he had
never seen before, with glaring eyes and
teeth displayed, daring any one to touch it.
By what instinct he had recognized it as
mine is a mystery.
Freddy died after long Illness and on
his eath-bed enjoined his wife to ask me to
take the dog. l was glad to receive the old
mans legacy, and on leaving the house Tow
row, for the first time, paused not on the
threshold, but without the slightest encour-
agement from me, gaily trotted on TO the
station. On getting home 1 was obliged to
show him the whole house before he would
settle down sufficiently to eat his supper He
was soon in his glory for was troubled
with rats, and with unwearied patience he
sat, hour after hour, waiting for the vermin,
and speedily cleared the premises His at
tachment to me was without limit and Sun
day was day of sorrow and affliction be-
cause he was not allowed TO follow me to
church. He knew the day as well as l did,
and after the first check never attempted to
60 out with me.
Once he bit me by accident, and shall
never forget his grief and contrition. He had
got the bone of a mutton chop fixed in his
palate, and came to me in distress. In
snatching eagerly at the bone as 1 removed
it with pair of forceps, he gave me a severe
bite. l could not scold him; it was an acci-
dent He lay down on my feet, and as clear
ly expressed HIS sorrow as if endowed with
reason, and for days afterward, as long as /
wore bandage on my hand, he would sit
and look at me with subdued air that was
touchingly expressive of his regret.
The best of friends must sometimes be sep
arated. and when moved to London, where
l could not take him, put him with my
sster-in-law, who valued him as much as /
did. l had some misgivings, for there was
another dog in the house, little insolent
mongrd. OF course, as l expected, Bruce,
on the first day, attempted to appropriate a
bone. Tow-row seized him by the neck
shook him as he would a rat and carried him
out of the room. This taught the poor ami
NAL his place and rank at once. He was a
little cur, but Tow protected him and fought
in his defence only too often. There was a
wide, marshy ditch across one of the ada
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not induce the little brute to cross it, he
would forfeit his own run and go back home
with the little coward.
My poor canine friend fell victim to the
liking which all had for him. His visit to the
butchers shop was always rewarded with a
scrap of raw meat, which was his great rel
ish On one unfortunate occasion he ate a
portion of a diseased liver, and died. after
suffering many months, of echinococus-hy-
datids in the liver. l was dining with a friend
in Utrecht, when the servant brought me a
letter from England, and the first words
Poor Tow lies buried in the garden" gave
me as much pain as if l had lost child.
When / next visited his late home l was told
to go into the garden, where / found the lit
tie mongrel, Bruce, had worn a smooth place
over Tow's grave in the border, by lying
there daily, waiting for the reappearance of
his dead companion. l loved the little cur
for his atfectionate remembrance of my poor
terrier.
One curious question-do dogs dream p
was satisfactorily solved by a close observa-
ton of the habits of my pet terrier. Out for
a walk one day, he broke from all restraint,
in chase of a rabbit. The ground was open
and the run longer than such are usually;
and Tow tumbled over his quarry Just as it
slipped from between his legs into a burrow
The same evening l was attracted TO the dog,
who was sleeping on the hearth, by a subdued
whimp, and l observed that as he lay every
muscle was quivering with excitement He
was again in chase of the rabbit in dream
We watched him with great interest until at
last he lunged forward, with chop of his
jaws, and awoke His look of bewidered as
tonishment was ludicrous, and he skunk be-
meath the sofa, from which retreat he refus-
ed to be enticed again that evening. The
dream must have been a vivid one, and his
disappointment quite as keenly felt as some
of those we have ourselves suffered in early
life under similar circumstances.
The lives of dogs are so short, and the pain
of losing such one is too great for me ever
to attach myself to another,