The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1888-07-12
INTELLIGENT TOWSERS.

sd" lHe oilitr Udh nOtdDIe IL
stance of sensitiveness and of brains
with it in Scotch terrier of my ae-
quaintance. His name is Trix and he
lives on the upper part of Lexington
avenue.
was walking with him and his
charming young mistress about block
and half from her home when all at
once Tx gave one sharp little yell
and started toward home ike streak
OF gray lightning. We looked about
us for some cause for this demonstra-
ton. Miss NJ found it in a shabby old
cart that was rumbling up and which
had sort of rough cage over it at the
back. That's itrn she exclaimed; lit
looks like the cart the dog-catchers
threw Trixy into two years ago this
spring in San Francisco"
Has he ever seen one like it since
then until nowpn
''No, | hadn't the least idea he re-
membered anything about it"
She then related to me the tragedy
of the dog catcher. Trix was only in
his hands few moments; then bribery
procured his release, but when the pal
pitating, frightened little bundle of
gray wool was returned to his mistress
what do you suppose he did? Why,
tainted outright. Now, how could You
help loving a little dog that tainted
from fright?"
lie couldn't stand on his legs all that
day; they doubled up under him, so he
spent the time on an eide,-down cush-
ion. properly administered to by the
devoted family. They didn't tell me
whether he appreciated smelling salts
or not
One of my favorite small dog ac-
quaintances is Boz. Boz is pug, and
he effectually refutes the popular illus
tratIon that pugs are stupid. Boz is
dreadful baby, but he is not stupid.
Boz has doll. Her name is Tilda
Tilda's corporeal frame frequently
changes, as time and teeth play the
mischief with her form; but she is al
ways rubber and always Tilda, and
Boz always loves her.
''Where is Tilda? Go look for rTilda,"
viii usually induce him to bring her
forth, but if that doesn't little repeti-
ton of ''Tilda-poor Tildal Tilda's
lost, in plaintiye tones, Will start Boz
in mad pursuit OF Tilda, and he will
90 through every room in the house
till he finds her. More than that, he
spends his summers at Pigeon Cove,
Cape Ann, where he has the run of sew
eraI cottages, and he will caper off
from one to the other in pursuit of the
missing Tilda, and come back with her
held proudly aloft in his grinning
mouth.
Boz is badly spoiled and very selfish
with other children. He can hardly
be persuaded to leta child touch Tilda,
but he wants every doll he sees.
Once when Miss E, his devoted
owner, was travelling with him, he got
the wax baby of a little girl in the same
sleeper away from her and could not
be persuaded to give itup. They were
afraId, for dollie's sake, to make a
struggle over her, and they had to let
Boz have her in peace, till he forgot
about her and went to sleep-just like
any other spoiled child.
Boz is devoted to toys generally, but
the chief delight of his heart is a Jack
in-the-box.
Miss E will take him into toy
shop, and you may not believe it, but
it is the sacred truth that that little
beast will peer about till he finds Jack
in-the-boXes and cry and bark for
them.
He can open them usually himself,
and he loves the sensation of seeing
the jack jump up better than anything
earthly. Then he wants someone to
shut up the box again for him. He
keeps it some twelve or twenty-four
hours and the invariable grand end of
the frolic is for him to tear the whole
thing to smithereens, which he does
with great fury. There isn't enough
left to show what it WAS by the time he
is through. Boz's dissipation is coffee.
He is very fond of aftcr-dinner coffee.
He knows when it is time for the coffee
to appear, and lie then presents him.
self i'll the dining-rOom for his share.
lie Is not in the least troublesome be-
fore. lie does not care about eating.
intellectual interests excite him so
much more that he frequently has to
be slut up alone with his dinner to get
him to cat at all, otherwise he'll forget
all about il before he has taken two
mouthfuls. ~NcU York. Grd3ahic.