The morning call., 1893-02-02
The Dog Pet of North
Beach.

There is another dog in town who does
tricks and things San Francisco seems
especially gifted that way. Her dogs are
the admiration Of her citizens. the pets of
her children and the wonder Of the whole
outside world that is interested in dogs.
And who is not interested in dogs?
If there be such a person he would sue
cumb to the knowingness Of Bob. at all
events.
Instead Of beginning this autobiography
Of Bob with an extended account OF his
ancestry, that part will be passed over very
lightly. for the solemn truth Is that Bob has
no pedigree to speak Of, and beyond the
fact that there is terrier IN him and much
N ongrel no man knows his anteeedents.
One day, when quite tender In age, Bob
came to Dick Huntemann's butcher-St0re
on Stockton street That was matter OF
about two years ago Bob Is still there.
There are wonderful stories told Of B0b's
knowngness. and some Of them are true,
for CALL man saw many OF bis tricks per-
| formed yesterday.
Here's e note. Bob, for cracker" said
the butcher.
Bob Jumped with alacrity for the note
scrubbed on the back Of a card.
Take it over to Henry's and get o
cracker"
OF stalked Bob, very slowly, and very
carefully picking hisway over the rough cob
bic stones. The big hite card was In his
mouth. There was dignity in his every step.
Henry's is the little saloon across the
street, where big round crackers form one
of the staples of the free-lunch counters.
Presently Bob came back with a big
cracker. He looked pleadingly toward his
master, but the latter was busy cutting
chops for a customer, and had no time for
Bob
So the dog stood there by the counter
that big succulant cracker in his mouth,
waiting and waiting for only the wink of
| the eye from the butcher that should give
| Bob permission TO eat that cracker.
| Other customers came and went, yet Bob
| didn't eat. He only wanted to. Ii was a
| long wait, but it did end. when the butcher
| finally said, Eat it Bob. that cracker was
devoured in about two mouthfuls.
At this point the butchers team drove up.
Bob Strengthened up his ears and looked
| inquiringly at the butcher.
"Oh, | suppose you can il you want TO so
| bad" said the latter. and catching Bob by
the reck he placed him on the horses back
HE likes to sit there, explained the
| butcher. IT'S an odd place for a dog, but
| it's one of his tricks, ana he's the proudest
! pup on the block now.
| He leads the horse to the stable, too !;
| ever seen him do thatY
| Mr.. Huutemann asked this question as
though he fully expected an affirmative an
| swer, and when the negative came he looked
/
well, every body else in the neighbor-
| hood has" he said. And so they have
that is true enough. Tbs neighbors are
loaded to the muZZle about Bob's cuteness
| and knowing tricks.
They will tell you that he frequently leads
| the butchers horse 10 and from the stable
around the corner; that the horse rather
| likes to he led by Bob, and that Bob is very
| careful just how and where and at what
| manner Of dignified gait he leads the horse.
| He never huTries. avoids all passing pedes-
| TRANS an dveIicies, much more carefully
| than some men would.
Bob is especially fond of children. The
| only human being VINO can pull his nose
| with impunity is the butchers baby in long
| clothes.
TO grown people his assumption Of dig
| nifty is something to be admired and copied
| after by those who lack that quality.
| But hen he comes in contact with chill
| dren he looses all that and is child or a
| puppy-with children. They can maui him
| and abuse him as much as they care TO, but
| man or woman must treat him with
| consideration or there are groWls and
wicked looks. possibly snaris and snaps
At night lie fetches tie masters slippers.
In the morning he goes down fer the paper.
| Strangers fear him, those who know him
adore him.
Such is Bob.
All the North Beach knows him. 1t is
| your loss II you do not