Milford chronicle., 1889-02-08

The most notable member Of one of the
households in this neighborhood was large
bulldog, square Of jaw and surly Of disposi-
tion. He used TO sit on the doorstep and
show his teeth TO strangers, whether they
happened to be human or canine
One day a small nondescript pup, terrier
Of doubtful parentage, whose residence was
not far from Mr.. Tod and his Newfoundland
dog, CHANGED TO be taking the air and any
thing else he could get in the bailiwick Of
the bulldog The latter was particularly i'll
humored that morning, and no sooner did he
cast his eyes on the small pup than he gave
chase, caught the poor little fellow and
chewed him up pretty thoroughly before he
let him 60
Yelping at the top Of his small voice, the
nondescript pup hurried lamely home Mr.
Tod's Newfoundland was on the street as the
abused dog passed They had always been
great friends Big dogs, I've noticed, are
very apt to make alliance with the smallest
Of their fellows, even as the same phenom-
enon may be observed among men. Well
the big dog observed the lacerated and
touzled body Of his small friend, and, if you
believe that dogs can communicate with each
other, a conversation between the two en-
sued. ANY way, from that day forth, the
big Newfoundland and the nondescript pup
were stancher friends than ever. It was
dry weather, and they constantly ran mock
races together and rolled about in the deep
dust.
A few days after the encounter in which
the i'll tempered bulldog abused the small
terrier so shamefully, there came a spell Of
stormy weather. The foodgates Of heaven
We're opened, and the rain descended heavily
for hours. The guilies which intersect the
slopes on Briar Hill were filled with water.
They were noisy streams, two or three feet
deep, in less than no time.
The Newfoundland dog and small terrier
We're observed, at this seemingly inauspi-
cious season, to set out together toward the
houses, in one Of which the bulldog lived
When they came close to the houses the ter
rier dropped into the wake Of his large
friend The Newfoundland advanced, and
gave a sharp bark as he caught sight of the
bulldog sitting on the doorstep, and trying
to keep out of the drenching downpour.
The bulldog heard the challenge, for such
it seemed to be, and walked slowly, with the
stately determination in his manner peculiar
to his breed, toward the Newfoundland.
There were no preliminaries TO the fierce
fight which began at once The Newfound-
but the bulldog as he went down got a pretty
good hold of the Newfoundland's throat.
Strange to tell the Newfoundland didn't
make any attempt to shake of his antago-
mist In point Of fact, to the spectators who
saw the fight, it seemed as if the Newfound-
land was trying to escape by flight, for he
ran off as soon as the bulldog got his grip. /
The bulldog hing on, and the Newfoundland
ran until he was at the bank of one of the
deep gullies to which reference has been
made. The Newfoundland didn't stop at the
bank, however-he jumped into the stream,
which speedily rolled him and the clinging
bulldog over and over.
This was fun for the water dog, but de /
pressing, ifnot deadly for his companion. A /
minute later the Newfoundland emerged /
from the gully, but the bulldog no longer I
hung from his neck. By the time the New. /
foundlaud rejoined the small terrier, who /
had been an interested and anxious observer
Of the fight and its sequel, the bulldog also
scrambled out Of the torrent.
But the bulldog was not asking for more
fight. He was half drowned, and a more
muddy, bedraggled, forlorn object never was
seen.
So the Newfoundland and the terrier trot-
ted off home, evidently in the best of humor.
-Pittsburg Dispatch.