The Arizona sentinel., 1890-02-15
A CLEVER DOG.
How He Was Cured of One of His Bad
Habits.

How He Was Cured of One of His Bad
Habits.
His name is Jack, and he understands
almost every thing that is said to him,
and, when in good humor, he is very
obliging and obedient. But Jack, like
most people, is sometimes not in good
humOr, and then, if any thing is said or
done to vex him, off he goes in huff
and isn't seen again for a long time.
! One day Jack got badly hurt in some way,
and they were obliged to take him to
the doctors. A week or two after Mr..
Thawburn Jack belongs to his little
daughter, Grace,) was sitting by the fire
and the dog was lying at his feet, when
suddenly he said, just for fun: ''Jack,
you bad dog, l won't pay your doctors
bill. Do you hear me? l won't pay
your doctors bill.''
Up got Jack, gave himself shake,
and away he trotted to his bed, and that
was the last that was seen of him that
evening.
Once Grace's brother took Jack and
Jacks friend, Carlo, out for walk, and
they met another dOg-a large dog
with bone in his mouth. Carlo said
to the stranger in dog language: 'Give
me bite" But the stranger instead Of
giving him bite dropped the bone and
flew at him. Jack sat down and watched
the fight for awhile; then, seeing good
chance, he sprang up, captured the bone
and was off in the twinkling of an eye.
A few days after that Mr.. Thawburn,
Grace and Jack were in a butchers
shop deciding what they would have
fer dinner. The shop was crowded, and
no one was paying any attention to
the dog. SO what does he 10 but
seize the end of long link of sausages
that happened TO hang over the counter
and bolt out of the place. And g funny
looking sight he was. with all those
sausages trailing after him. as be ran
through the street. The butcher start
ed to chase him but gave it up soon, for
the thief VAS eDJtrG4y TOO nIHOIo 20 De
caught by any man. But, fast as he ran,
Jack never let go of the sausages. On
the contrary he managed to swallow
them, one after another as he went, IN
til, when he reached his own door, there
were but two left, one of which hung
down from one side of his mouth an0
the other from the other side, like a
pair of some new kind of mustaches.
But, for fear that this may give you a
very bad opinion of Jack, L must tell
you that, though he could not be brought
to look upon the stealing of things to
eat, outside of his own home, as any
thing but a good joke, he never was
known to touch even his own dinner at
home until he obtained permission to do
so. Tempting dishes might stand on the
table unguarded = pantries whose
shelves were loaded with dainties might
be left open, but Jack never went near
them.
Jack loved Grace's mother, Mrs. Thaw-
burn, very dearly, and well he might,
for she never gave him cross word un-
less he really deserved it. When she
was i'll he watched at her door, and even
the doctor could not go into her room
until Mr.. Thawburn had told Jack to
move away.
But Jack had one annoying habit. He
used to bark at the street door to be let
in, and then, when the door was opened,
he'd wag his tail, as much as to say:
''Hello!' turn around and scamper off
again. One day Mrs. Thawburn had
been much tormented by him in this
way. So when at last his highness
chose to come in she allowed him to get
few steps into the kitchen, where din
ner was being prepared, md then tai1-
ing good aim, treated hin to hot pota-
to fair and square on his little black
nose. Jack gave howl Of surprise and
retreated in haste. But they never had
to open the street door il vain for 1lm
again.-Lucy Agnes Gallagher, in De
troit Free Press.