Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1891-01-09
THE LITTLE JOKE OF A BIG DOG.
Leading His Dapper Master an Exasper-
ating Chase i'm the Streets.

Leading His Dapper Master an Exasper-
aung Chase in the Streets.
A dapper little man, evidently dressed
In his best suit of Clothes" led huge
Newfoundland dog out of the basement
door of a big brownstone Fifth avenue
house not long ago. A bright nickel
plated chain attached to handsome silver
collar which was fastened about the dogs
neck with a jeweled paddock served as a
leading string, holding the big animal to
its small owner. The dogs coat had been
combed until it shone, his feet were clean,
his sides were plump. The best blood of
his race flowed in his veins He evidently
knew not what hunger or thirst meant,
and he slept on warm rugs under Il roof
that never leaked And still he did not
look perfectly happy. He walked along
sedately enough at the end of his chain for
time, and the pride the master took in
the brute's handsome appearance was APP
parent from the number of times he looked
him over, from the black tip of his moist
nose to the waving end of his bushy tail,
at intervals of about one minute.
The dogs air was listless. He had evil
IDENTIFY had surfet of feeding and comb
ing and admiration.
Presently a watering cart approached,
sprinkling the dusty street with a gener-
Gus shower. The Newfoundland eyes
sparkled a little and his ears were pricked
up. AS the pleasant sound of the falling
waters became louder, his bushy tail curled
up higher and higher, and his whole APP
pearance betokened intense interest. Just
as the cart passed the pair the dog gave
sudden and mighty bound that dragged
the chain through the little mans hand as
if it had been creased.
eli, there, Carlo! Come back, STRIP
shouted the master as he ran after the dog,
which was making straight for the water
cart. The little man was quick on his legs
and could run like a sprinter, but he was
not ''in it" with the dog, which was under
the streaming water having a delightful
bath before any one had time to win,: As
his master Approached and in S itc of the
risk of wet feet was about to make grab
Mt the trailing chain, Carlo Glrted out
from under the cataract and rolled over
and over in the dusty road in dclirium of
luxury coupled with mischief that was al
most human. His long, well combed coat
was instantly a muddy and sorry mass Of
water and dust, and his appearance was 50
changed from what it had been a moment
before that it was difficult to recognize
him. His master would not attempt to
handle him now, and no one knew it better
than Carlo
Get home, you brutep' shouted the dap
per little man, retreating as the dog APP
preached him with the evident desire Of
fawnng upon him. The dog turned with
almost a grin on his face, and running I'M
der the sprinkler again calmly followed
the cart at walk while the water soaked
him to the skin, for several blocks. When
ever the little man, thoroughly distressed
and disguised, showed signs of Selling the
chain and ending the fun, Carlo would
make dash for the dust, where a quick
roll would insure his liberty again. The
pair passed out of sight, still playing this
little game.--New York Tribune