The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1899-05-12

ly; but I had terrier once who simply
couldn't be taught what night was. He
objected to the lamps being lowered,
and kept jumping up at the side of the
bed and pulling the covers off for fun.
he couldn't see why anyone wanted to
waste time sleeping. At first it seemed
quite joke, but after three hours
Harry said one could have even too
much of a good thing, so he shut him
out in the library, and then he began to
bark at the rubber plant and woke up
the canary and nosed around the
kitchen for something to eat; in fact, he
demoralized the fiat. The woman down
stairs sent up to ask us if we wouldn't
please discontinue our waltzing at
midnight, as her husband hafto work
for their living daytimes. So we had
to get rid of it. Then we got an Irish
pug"
IAN Irish pug? I never heard Of
such dog!"
ooh, yes! I found he was an Irish
pug this way. He was very destructive
dog and tore up everything he could
get his teeth on; cushions - books,
everything! I had beautiful white
satin table scarf embroidered with yell
low and white daisies with long green
stems and leaves. The ends hung over
close to the floor and were finished with
delicate fringe of chenille balls: alter
mating orange and green. One day
it was March II, St. Patrick's day.
came in and found the dog sitting by
the table looking, oh-so happy and
satisfied. Then I saw that he had eat
en- off every green ball and left the
orange ones. I couldn't understand
why, until Harry told me it was patri-
otism and that it was an Irish pug.
Poor thing! it died of the shock.
after that fringe episode, and learn
ing about his race, you know, I thought
it best to try an ounce of prevention.
When I went out next time I got a
leather leash about three yards long
and tied him up in the bathroom under
the marble basin. It was a perfect maze
of nickel pipes, and when I reached
home found the dog had been playing
some game over them, for he had climbed
in and out and over and under so that
he was inextricably mixed up in them,
and there was only about an inch of the
leather leash that wasn't wopnd up
in the pipes. Besides this, he had
strained so on it that his eyes were
starting out of his head. Well, was
so confused and frightened that I did
not think! Instead of unlocking his
collar I began to try and unwind him
by pushing him back the way he had
come, and some of the places were so
small that it seemed as though he'd
never get through. He had gone head
first, you see, but I had to put him
through the other way. It was just
like crochet work, and when finally
got him all out he lay there like dead.
He never quite rallied after that.
"Then Harry got the dachshund. OF
course, you can never get to love dach-
shunds, but they were made for flats.
Every apartment has long hall, and
they look so bare and unfinished. We
have taught the dachshund to stay
along the hall close to the wall and he
is no trouble. He really lives in the
hall, and his head is all we entertain in
the different rooms. We know he is
there, so what difference does it make ?
It is all very well to talk of intelligent
dogs and cute dogs, and affectionate
dogs, but what one wants in six-foot
fat is a six-foot dog that distributes
himself evenly and helps to fill up a
long hall. Sweetness isn't pretty dog
but he suits our fiat, and he is easy to
pack when one moyes.''-N. Y. Sun.