Morning journal and courier., 1883-05-09
A Drunken Dog.
An Authentic Story Which Goes to Show thnt the Difference between Dogs and Men is Really Superficial.
TFron the Arkansaw Traveller.

Men is Really Superficial.
 From the Arkansaw Travellerl
 He's lost all respect for himself,' said a saloon-keeper, as large dog walked behind the bar and began to lap beer drippiugsfro pail
 The bystanders looked at the man in sur prise
 'sIt's fact. Some time ago, when that dog came from the country, he was gentle manly aud well behaved. Now he can't walk the streets in peace. Shortly after his ar rival he went to the bucket there and began to lap the beer drippings. He turned away and grinned with evident displeasure, but I noticed that he soon came back. Pretty soon he became regular visitor, and first thing knew he was drunk. He stood around awhile and sorter smiled. He took another drink and went out, soon returning with another dog. They took drink and by way of compliment snitfed each other. That's the way they tip glasses, you know. Well, they kept on drinking until they began to quarrel. Finally they got into fight and I had to put them out. Next day Bob, the dog drinking there now, came in He was so nervous that he could hardly walk and he looked broke up and deiected I felt sorry for him and gave him some whiskey in pan. You'd ought to have seen him. He chuckled and shook himself with thankfulness. He came back after 8 while and whined for moro. I thou. ht I'd play joke on him, and I mixtd his drinks. Then he got bowling drunk He went out into the street and tried to raise a row with every dog he saw. A country looking dog came along and Bob walked up and stood in front of him. The country dog didn't say anything, but walked quietly around. A dog won't resent an insult very quick when he's in a strange place. Bob stepped in front of him again, and again the country dog walked around Bob was spilin' for row and he rubbed against the country dog, when suddenly the country dog hauled off and knocked Bob down, jumped on him and rolled him shamefully. Bob got up finally and staggered into the saloon, got another drink and raved. l understood him, and just as plainly as anything could be, he swore he'd kill the country dog. He snorted aroun5 and turned over the chairs, and then with whoop went out to find the country dog. didn't let him see me, but followed along. He found the country dog lying under a wagon. The strange dog got up and looked at Bob. Bob sorter bowed and walked around. Then he come back to the saloon with mouthful of hair that he had found somewhere. T reckon you whipped him, said I, and he put the hair on the floor and walked proudly around it. Bob, you can't fool me, said; the dog you fought was yellow dog. This hair is black. How do you explain it ? I never saw anybody look so mean. He hung his head and sneaked away. Oh, but he's sharp. One time he got on such a spree that he had the jim jams. I saw him stepping over streaks of sunlight and starting nervously and I thought I'd play joke on him. He lay down and tried to sleep, but every now and then he'd jump. While he wasn't looking I slipped up and put one of these black-snake whips near him. When he saw it he jumped about ten feet and howled. He came around where I was and seemed to be asking my opinion of the affair I walked out and pretended that I didn't see anything. That puzzled him. Finally he concluded that he must have been mistaken, so he went to the far-end of the house and lay down again. I took up the whip and tossed it on him. We'll, sir, you could have heard him howl for mile. After this he swore of. I'd ask him to take a, drink and he'd walk away. He held out for about two weeks and fell again. He came limp ing in as though he had the rheumatism. He looked at me as if to say: Whats good for this ? understood him and gave him drink Pretty soon he came back with some thing the matter with one of his eyes. gave him another drink, and after awhile he came back with his tail all twisted out of shape He could put up more excuses than any dog ever saw. Look at him now. He's drunk as 8 fool. He's gone, femme tell ycu. and he's not ouly ruined himself, but he's dragged several very respectable dogs down with him. Why, sir. it would astonish you to see how little confidence the dogs of this community have in Bob. None of them except the very bad ones will associate with him Go on away, now. You sbant have anything else today" and the narrator of these solemn facts wiped the bar with rag and refused credit to g freckled face boy with pitcher.