The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1907-07-21
TIREDEST DOG In AMERICA
TIRED rs HIS MAINLAND HE NAILS
n FROM WEST VIRGINIA.
Owned by . Fraternity Chapter-BIoed.
hound by Pedlgrcc, hut Not by Trade
Lost His Taii In Early Life Rather
Thar Get Out OF an Elevators way,

Lost HIS Tail In Early Lafe Rather
Thai Get Out OF an Elevators way.
the tiredest dog in North America"
said the man from West Virginia. lives
In my State. He resides at one Of the fra
ternity houses Of the university In Morgan
town and he's the property in common
Of all the boys. They'd all fight through
fire and food for him. They regard him
as almost human because he IL 90 tired.
They've got out q standing challenge In
which they agree to forfeit 500 II from
any quarter Of the globe any tireder dog
than theirs can be produced. and no breed
bsrred.
The dogs name lie Tired because he
was born that way and II was seen very
soon after his birth that no other name
would ft him. He's a full bred blood
hound. but he never worked at blood
bounding. Never worked at anything.
TIL" students who own Tired would hang
their heads in shame II by any possibility
the dog ever took 1t into his head 10 do
any work.
-Onoe. a couple OF years ago. a negro
burglar who'd been doing a lot Of urgling
around Morgantown q caught in the act
OF rihing a bureau. The householder shot
at the dinge as he climbed out through
a window but missed him. But he recog-
nized the burglar. a bad actor Of a black
around Morgantown. He rang UP the
police department and told the chief about
the burglar. They started to look for him,
but he'd taken to the woods.
"We ought TO have a dog to trail this
boog,' said the chief OF police TO his as
sistants. "A bloodhound d get him.
only bloodhound in this ma MS town il
Tired said n Of the cops. 'and Tired is
well, he's tired
Now. dunno said the Morgantown
police chief. 'Tired's never been asked
TO do any ~bloodhounding. There's no telling
what a dog1l do until he's asked to do the
kind OF work he was built to do. think
we'd better try Tired
so they went TO the dinge burglars
shack on the outskirts Of Morgantown,
seized n Of his garments and carried il
over to the frat house. where Tired was
lolling on the front porch. blinking in the
sunlight. The chief asked the boys per-
mission to employ Tired at burglar trailing.
The students politely jeered the chief.
Tired work. they said. Forget it,
chief
well. he's a bloodhound, amt he7' said
the chief. scratching his head.
Bloodhound all right. but he isn't turn
ing his pedigree into a trade, said the
boys. Dare you to ask Tired to work.
He'll give you the laugh
You fellers oughtn't to knock your dog
till you know what he'll do
oh we're not knocking him. said the
frat boys. We're Dragging about him.
You can try him, and IL you get any work
out Of him. he gets canned from this place.
$50 the chief took the garment that had
been corn by the boog burglar and waved
II in front Of Tired's nose a lot Of times,
saying Stem and Go get'm' and all like
that. Tired was lying on his left side on
the porch at the time: He glanced out of
Then he glanced up sideways into the chiefs
face. az much as to ask, Say, whatchoo
givin' us2' Then he calmly rolled over
on his right side and went TO sleep. The
boys were so pleased owe Tired's rom
scientiousness in preserving. his reputa-
ton that one OF them went right down TO
the butchers shop and bought a sixty cent
sirloin steak for Tired's luncheon,
Tired hasn't got any tail worth mem
tioninR. He was born with as much tail
as any other bloodhound. hut he los, it
early in life. When he was vet under a
year old Tired numbered downtown one day,
sleeping considerably on the way, so as
not TO overdo himself. He pulled up at a
freight elevator at the back Of a livery
stable and went TO sleep right in front
of the elevator with his tail stretched out
under the elevator space. One of the stable
hands had taken the elevate TO the second
floor TO get a buggy down TO the ground
floor on IL. The stable hand mad started
the elevator for the bottom before he saw
Tired lying there at the bottom with his
taI otA Ia Nh.e
The stable hand was a new man in town
and 50 he didn't know Tired. He thought
sure Tired would pick himself up and move
away il hollered az.
Hey, there, mutt. beat il" he called
down to Tired, but Tired never moved. and
fast.
-'Doggone you. get out o. tn wayl'
yelled the stable hand at the top Of his voice,
AZ the same time snatching a ourrycomb
from his belt and heaving IL at Tired. The
currycomb caught Tired right on the neck
but he never moved. Then the stable hand
grabbed frantically at the rope to stop the
elevator but IL was too late. The lift
touched the bottom with a thump, cutting
Tired's tail on right close up to the place
where IL was soldered on.
Tired glanced around with an expression
Of calm inquiry. while the stable hand
raised the elevator a few inches and picked
up the severed tail.
There, you fool kiyoodle.' said the
stable hand. waving the severed tail in
front OF Tired. now look what you've went
done. What's on We, anyhow, dog?'
Tired, without moving his body at all.
but only his head, glanced around in an
entirely impersonal way at the stump or
relic Of his tail. yawned and then rolled
back to his original position and went to
sleep some more.
Tired goes to sleep anywhere he wants
in MorRantown, but he likes the middle
Of the sidewalk pretty we'll, md when he
goes to sleep in the middle Of the sidewalk
why, the Morgautown folks wouldn't dream
Of doing anything else except walk around
him. Some Of the Morgantown sidewalks,
in the residence section are not very wide
Just planks-snd when Tired engages in
slumber on such a sidewalk he
blocks the way for pedestrians.
But Morgantown folks don't mind this.
When they see Tired stretched across the
plank sidewalk. pounding his ear, as they
say. they just step from the walk out into
the road in order to. get by without dis
turbing the dog. Nobody steps over him
because in West Virginia it's consider red
the worst kind Of bad luck TO step over a
dog.
As a general thing. however, Tired
would rather sleep in the middle of the
street. and preferably In the middle OF the
track, than on the sidewalk. Now.
II you're ever riding on a Morgantown