Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1882-01-15
Painted Dog.

A man down in East End lavished .
small slice of his bank account, the other
day, in the purchase of coach dog. He
heard it was the swell go in Europe to
own coach dogs. Every lord of the
realm owned one. So he bought the
dog at round price, and brought him
home. Next day he got out his coach,
and tied the pup under it to the axle, as
preparatory step in the young CANNES
education.
Now there were two immensely-inter-
ested spectators to the preparations for
the training. Two mongrel ours next
door were watching things, and Selling
up the carriage pup, they finally winked
at each other. and said, in dog language,
81 guess we're about one pound heavier
than that brute; let's chew off his hide. :"
The coach started, and the coach dog,
which, being attached by chain, as a
natural consequence started, too. just
as the coach was gaining impetus, the
mongrel ours made dash at the thor
oughbred, and the next few seconds
were fraught with frightful bowls, yells,
amp shrieks. By the time the coacher
got down to the rescue of his blooded
pet the damage was done. The dog had
plenty of coaching for one day, and he
concluded he would not go another step
unless the chain and axle dragged him.
"S'mother day, then, !" said the owner, as
he ran his coach into the stable, and
put his pup on ice to cool off Next day
was but repetition of the former days
trouble. The mongrels were 'laying"
orthe high-fangled quadruped, and they
licked him again.
It now became matter of lighting two
dogs with one, rather than training a
coacher, and the gentleman grew de-
spondent. One day last week he met a
friend. A happy thought struck him.
Would his friend lend him that, bulldog
for just one day? He would. Bull was
then taken to the coacher's house, and
an artist called in. Brush and paint
were brought into use, and in less than
iiffy Bull was fac smile of the coach
dog. Without waiting for the paint to
dry on Bulls hide, the experimenter
hied him off, and rugged up his coach.
Then Bull was led out and tied to the
axle without chain, but wee bit of
string that wouldn't embarrass him in
case of an assault from an unknown foe.
The two mongrel dogs, as usual, were
watching things with smiles upon their
benign faces.
Said one: ssWell, the gol darned
fool! does he want us to eat that there
dog?"
Il guess we might as well kill him
this time" said the other. licking his
chops.
ssMight as well chew off couple Of
his legs, at least" said the first, ssfor
he'll never tumble till we do. Look out;
here he comes!''
Then they jumped on him.
Such yelling as that which followed
fast and furious was never before heard.
This time the driver did not leave his
seat to interfere. The painted thing
under the wagon seemed able to. take
care of himself. In two minutes by the
clock he had chawed one leg off the
southeast corner Of the largest mongrel,
end had pulled an ear out by the roots
from the head of the other. While Bull
was picking his teeth with his claws and
splitting out flesh and hair, the wounded
combatants dragged their CORY carcasses
from the field, trying to gather bewil-
dered senses enough to wonder what in
the dickens had come over that coach
dog all at once.
And now that coach dog goes out
every day, and when he prances on the
street every dog on the square goes in
and creeps under the house for fear he
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