The Portland daily press., 1894-04-09
An Enterprising Pup.

He is big, black, close-haired mon
grel pup of ninety pounds, with none of
the beauty of the Newfoundland or the
majesty of the mastitf, but with the
physical faults of both. and with more
brains than. a dozen of either. He resides
in Deering. He formerly owned the
entire eighborhood, but of late his do
main has been limited to his masters
barn. The latter unhappy individual
accepted him as gift short time ago
and the present difficulty is that no one
else desires to similarly accept him.
But the real trouble, first and last, is
in the fact that he is a thief, unmiti-
gated, incorrigible, Unsuitable. Affection
ate, obedient, good-natured always, yet
always thief, he is now in Jail and
still thriving. When free he secured
them home, stored them in an old.b box
and thence strewed them over the lawn
at his leisure. When he stole two pounds
of steak from back doorstep and
chicken or two from the coop, the
neigh bors complained, but his master
got mad when his best umbrella was
taken from the porch and left chewed
ard lacerated on the lawn.
Still the pup went free and carried off
from the porch whatever rubbers were
carelessly left there. You see, the master
is kind hearted and the dog affectionate.
But the other night thea.former had
just two minutes to catch the electric
E., 81 H.
be.too late. He lives some distance from
the track. 1t was dark, rainy and mud
dy He came out of the door. with sliis
coat half on and eager to rush for the
car. There was but one bier in..the
porch. With that rubber on he dashed
dy manure yard, leaving a blue streak
behind him. At last the kennel was
found in the dark, with the aid of blue
fire, doubtless.
The pup was chewing the other rubber.
In seco I'D the ru bier was retaliatiug
with compound interest. The punish
| ment was short. for the time was limited,
but never was time or rubber more Wig
| orously utilized.
| The car was caught. The next day the
pup was imprisoned. He remained in
the stable till at last man in South
Portland accepted him as gift. He was
taken over on the ferry. Last week he
came home, by way of the bridge He
went into prison again, but continued to
steal. He carried the rubber boots up
stairs and hid them in the hay regularly
every day till they were hung on the
wall. He pulled on the rope of the hay
hosting tackle till the pulley was
hauled close up to the ridge pole, and
a ladder and pole with hook on Che
end were necessary to get it down. He
pulled the blankets off the beds, dragged
them over the floor for fun, then made a
bed of them for rest. He chewed the
handle off the hay fork and the splint
ers lacerated his masters hands. The
trap door at the head of the stairs had
been tied down so that he wouldn't lit
it with his head and drag things ut
there and bury them in the hay, as was
his custom, but now his master confined
him to the barn cham ber. Up there be
pulled riding saddle off the peg and
tried to make bedsof that in the hay.
He repeated that till the saddle was
taken away.
He is still prisoner in the hay NOV.
All this is solemn truth. Will some
philanthroist come1to the rescue? Or will
| some hustler train this canine genius
and make. fortune? &