The Grenada gazette. (Grenada, Miss.) 1885-18??, 1886-03-13
A DOGS STORY,
His Account Of Himself, and His Oplnio,
. of Cats, Etc.

A DOGS STORY.
His Account Of Himself, and His Oplnio,
of Cats, Etc.
am a dog. Please note that | do
not say "only a dog" No, indeed. /
leave such remarks for the half-staryed
black.and-tan terrier that Sometimes
comes to play with me.
Why should l say itp I am a fine
bird-dog, worth considerable, have
been stolen, and, in fact, have had a
great many adventures because of my
value. Then | am handsome. You
needn't think because l tell it that 7
am vain. No, am only honest enough
to say outright what you human beings
all think. Else why do you fill your
house with mirrors. look at yourselves
so much, then say: "Oh, whenever
see any thing homely l just shut my
eyes and look at the Clouds"
also like cats. At least, l like our
cat. But what is he good for? He is
so lazy and aristocratic. All he does is
to come down to breakfast somewhere
between eleven, and twelve, then he
goes back upstairs again and sleeps all
the afternoon; takes his tea when the
milkman comes, and as he is gone till
two or three in the morning, I suppose
~attends-or possibly helps give-the
nightly concerts that occur in our
ncighborhood.
Oh! how l do love to bark at those
cats. But about nine my mistress says:
"Jack, Jack! It's time to come in"
and as can't climb a tree and crawlin
by the back window, as the cat does, |
have to obey.
When a college professor goes by l
bark, but it is only to show how much
admire his plug hat and respect his
learning.
l do not like the "sophs." They
think they know more than they do.
But they are really pretty good judges
of the dainty little canes they swing so
Jauntily. and their smiles are i~rresist.
ible--to tho girls. However, there is
one Of them I don't hate. Because
last spring term there was a young
lady coming to our house that this
''soph' was quite devoted to. So one
day just before she came he went bv.
saw me in the yard, called me to him
and petted me. He ever did not scold
when | put my dirty paws on his
clothes simply to show how honored |
felt at his noticing me. l suppose he
was afraid | might bark too loudly
evening when he came to call.
l am afraid You will begin to think l
spend all my time philosophizing, butt
don't. No, l am a true American, and
work occasionally-when Ican't help
t. My little master has taught me
low to draw a sled or wagon He
helps in his fathers store, and when
hey arc very busy we help deliver
goods.
They harnessed me up the other day
% draw a load. The weather was hot.
was tired, my master was cross, and
wanted to stay in the shade and eat
lies instead of working. Finally |
rotted off, had the wagon emptied,
urned toward home and then stopped.
wanted to ride. l couldn't see why Il
og shouldn't ride sometimes as well
s a boy. So l stopped. Well, at last
~ master com%prehended what want.
d, embarrassed me, told me to get in
drew me to the store. Oh! I rode
own in fine style; my head up, my
Ill flying and my horse making good
me. -a..~.s&
The next day it was hot again; so
men 1t was time to 60 to the store l.
ent out i'll the backyard and lay IN.
II an apple-tree till they were gone.
hen came around in front, scratched
} 4 lot of good-for-nothing pansies
at grew in the incest, shadiest place
the whole yard. Oh! / had a good
then. The dirt was so soft and
oil, the flies had not found me, and l
thinking Of how pleasant it was to
e, when the owner of the flower-bed
ont started, but not quick
for she boxed my ears and
1ldcd me awfully. And now they
put back the old pansies and stuck
ot OF horrid little sticks in the bed
at can neither scratch up nor lie
wn on. What do they want of those
nsles, anyhow They can't draw a
'gon nor keep burglars out at night.
'weyer, ] don't alwaysdo that either,
the other night one got in upstairs
the front when | was down.
irs in a back room, and yet in the
'rning they said: Where was
rkF" Now, you see, if they would
y let me stop out nights as | want
l would have seen the mar and
y him away. My paw is getting
OF writing, and as I am only six
irs old think this is rather a long
for me to write. So I will 90 and
whose yellow cat that was that Just
Mt In the barn. Ever yours.
JACK CADY.
N. Y. TIrfbnae.