Western sentinel. [volume] (Winston [i.e. Winston-Salem], N.C.) 1856-1886, 1883-02-08
Mr.. Spoopendyke and the Dog.

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Bfpokyn Eagle.
Look here, my dear,' said Mr..
Sboopendxke, as he led huge and
shaggy dog into his wifs's. room,
I've got a dog friend OF mine gave
me. What do you think Of hinAH
Good gracious ? calculated Mrs.
Sooopendyke, mounting a chair in
dismay. is he mad p
No, Mrs. Spoopendyke, retorted
her husband, 'he not only isn't mad
but he isn't a stepladder either. nor
bird's-eye view. He's a dog, and,
if you don't get out Of that chair,
he'll probably bite your legs off,
Mrs. Spoopendyke sat down on
her feet and eyed the brute with
some trepidation.
Maybe he's got the hydrophobia,'
she suggested, by way of a hearty
welcome.
FP'raps he has, agreed Mr.. Spoo-
pendyke; but, if he has, he's got it
in his pocket. Come here, doggee,
doggee, doggeev and Mr.. Spoopen-
dyke snapped his fingers persuasive
ly.
why don't he come when you
call him?' asked Mrs. Spoopendy Ike,
deeply interested in the proceedings.
Because you make such a dad
gasted noise you scare him. explain
ed Mr.. Spoopendyke. sCome, doggee,
doggee, doggeev
4 don't quite like the way his
tongue hangs OUT objected Mrs.
Spoopendyke, 1T don't look nat
ural
. Maybe you don't like the way
his tail hangs out, either. -Praps
you think that's artificial, too. With
; your information about dogs you
only need slat bottom and a brok-
, en- hinge to be dog pound. Keep
quiet now, while / teach him some
, tricks. Come here, doggee Sit up,
, sirp
Ehe dog stretched out his legs
opened a mouth like folding bed
stead and growled.
what makes him do that? ask
, ed Mrs. Spoopendyke, sitting on the
back of chair with her feet in the
seat.
, bod CAST itp howled Mr.. Spoop-
endyke. who do you s'pose made
him do it? Think he works on g
! wire? Got a notion he goes by
r steam? He don't, I tell ye, he's
q alive, and he does it because that's
the bent of his measiy mind. What
! are ye sitting up there for? Can't
: ye see be don't like it? Now, you
, sit still, Here doggee, doggee, good
: doggee, sit up and beg! and Mr.
t Spoopendyke held up an admonitory
+ finger.
d The dog eyed Mr.. Bpoopendykt
q with anything but an assuring glance
"He's hungry" suggested Mrs
E. Spoopendyke. "Dogs do like tina
: when they want to be taken dow
;, in the yard and be fed"
!, OF course you know grumblc(
: Mr.. spoopendyke. 'All you wan
), is perfect ignorance on the part Q
n the police to be dog fight. Go
! anything in the house fer him t.
q eat?
4 There's some cold oyster stew ant
piece of custard pie
- That's it raved Mr.. Spoopen
= dyke. That's what's the matte
e with the dog. He wants pie! You'v
: got it. You only need a committe
! and a fight to be bench show
Where's the oysters2 Don't ye Sc
y the dog pining for oysters? Haven
: We got some cold coffee for him
: Give him lemon to stay his stom
acIa ! aud Mr.. spoopendyke jumpe'
j straight up in the air and landed O.
y the dog.
= The dog made for the open al
e with a howl, and Mr.. Spoopendyk
q gathered up twelve baskets of him
! self and looked after his prize.
Ie 'Never mind, DEAR said Mrs
= Spoopepdyke, soothingly, hell com
. back
\ IF he does I'll kill him. SHOUTED
= Mr.. Spoopendyke. See what you'v
{. done. You made me lose MY dqs
4 and torn my trousers. Anything
- - more about dogs Eog doplt know
q Got any more Intelligence to impair
" about dogs? All you want is
= bucket of brandy around your necl
and snow storm to be monk o
% . st. Bernard with which logical con
% clusion Mr.. spoopendyke began ex
. ploring his outlying districts fo
!. .laossible bites, while his wife specu
q lated upon the salvation of the col
: oysters and the custard pie by tn
w. sudden and eminently sstisfactor
,e disafection Of the dog.
1e One of the drawbacks of marie
t. life is sickness Of the little one.
e, For Cold or Cough you canne
le find better remedy than DR.. Bull
i'd Cough Syrup. Nearly all physician
:, rrescribO If and no family should I