Daily inter mountain. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1881-1901, 1899-05-13
81 should think a bright little fox

terrier would be nicer"
The trouble with a fox terrier in a
fiat is that he is too lively. He lacks
repose. A dachshund sleeps OCCASION
ally; but l had a terrier once who
simply ouldn be taught what night
was. He objected to the lamps being
lowered, n kept jumping up at the
side of the bed and pulling the covers
off for fun. He couldn't see why any
one wanted to waste time sleeping. AT
first 1T seemed quite a 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 downstairs sent up to ask us If
we wouldn't please discontinue our
waltzing at midnight, as her husband
had to work for their living daytimes.
SO we had to get rid of it. Then we got
an Irish pug"
AN Irish pug? I never heard of such
a dog"
"Oh, yes! I found he was an Irish pug
this way. He was a very destructive dog
and tore up everything he could get his
teeth on; cushions-books, everything. I
had a beautiful white satin table scarf
embroidered with yellow and white
daisies with long green stems and leaves.
The ends hung over close to the floor and
We're finished with delicate fringe Of
chenille balls. alternating orange and
green. One day-It "a March II, st.
Patrick's day. came in and found the
dog sitting by the table looking. oh-so
happy and satisfied. Then / saw that he
had eaten off every green ball n left
the orange ones. I couldn't understand
why, until Harry told me 1t was patriot
ism n that it was an Irish pug Poor
thing! it died of shock.
after that fringe episode, and learn
ing about his race, you know, / thought
it best to try an ounce of prevention.
When / went out next time l got
leather leash about three yards long
and J tied him up in the bathroom I'M
der the marble basin. IT was a perfect
maze of nickel pipes, and when l
reached home l found that the dog had
been playing some game with them, for
he had climbed in and out n 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
wound up in the pipes. Besides this
he had strained so or it that his eyes
were starting out of his head. Well !
was so confused and frightened that I
didn't think! Instead of unlocking his
collar l began to try and unwind him
by pushing him back he 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 ! had to put him
through the other way. 1t was just
like crochet work, and when ! finally
got him all out he lay there like dead.
! He never quite rallied after that.
''Thcn Harry got the dachshund. or
| course, you can never get to love dach-
s,unds, but they were made for fats.
Every apartment has a long hail., and
they look so bare and unfinished We
nave taught the dachshund to stay
along the hall close to the wall, and he
is no roublc. 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 1t make?
1t is all very well to talk of intelligent
dogs and cute dogs and affectionate
dogs, but what one wants in q six-room
fiat IS a s%iX-foot dog hat distributes
| himself evenly and helps to fill up a
long hall. Sweetness isn't a pretty dog.
but he suits our flat, and he is easy to
pack when one moves