Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1919-11-23

dope out from that something that
would sound real Scotch. Wee got some
kennel catalogues. too. and read over
some OF those old Ian MacLaren stories
for names. but we couldn't hit on one
that just suited. Meanwhile begins
CALM him Buddy. as the boys did
everybody in the Army. and finally Wee
insists that it's exactly the name for
him.
''He's 30 rough and ready" says she.
"He's rough all right" says ]. exam
inin' a new tooth mark on the back Of
my hand.
And he kept on gettin' rougher. What
he really needed, expect, was a couple
Of cub bears to exercise his teeth and
paws on; good, husky, tough skinned
ones. at that. Not havin' 'em he took
1t out on us. Oh, yes. Not that he was
to blame, exactly. We'd started him In
that way, and he seemed to like the
taste Of me specially.
They're one-man dogs, you know
says Wee.
"Meanin'," says I. that they like to
chew one, man at time. See my
right wrist. Looks like I'd showed it
through a pane Of glass. Hey, you
tarrier! Lay off me for a minute, will
you? For the love OF soup eat sohe-
thing else. Here's slipper. Now 60
to It,"
And you should see him shake and
worry that around the room. Almost
as good as a vaudeville act-until
discovers that he's gnawed a hole
clear through the toe. "Gosh! says
I. MY favorite slipper. too"
At four months he was no longer a
handful. He was lapful. and then
some. Somewhere near twenty five
pounds. as near as we could Judge by
holding him on the bathroom scales
for the fraction Of q second. And
much too lively for any lap. Being
cuddled wasn't his strong point.
Hardly. He'd be all over you in a
minute, clawin' you in the face with
his big paws and nippin' your ear or
grabbin mouthful Of hair; all play.
iui enough, but just as gentle as be-
ing tackled by a quarterback on All
end run.
And he was gettin' wise, all right,
He knew to the minute when meal
time came around. and If he wasn't
let out on the Kitchen porch whore
his chow was served he thought moth
Ing of scratchin' the paint off a door
or tryin' to chew the knob. Took
only two tries to teach him to stand
up on his hind legs and walk for his
meals, as straight as drum major.
Also he'd shake hands for bit of
candy. and retrieve rubber ball. But
chiefly he delighted to get a stick of
soft wood and go prancin' through
the house with it, rappin' the furni-
ture or your shins as he went, and
end up by chewfn' 1t to bits on the
fireplace hearth rug. Or it might be
smelly old bone that he'd smuggled
in from outside. You could guess that
would get Wee registerin' a protest
and I'd have to talk to Buddy.
Hey" I'd remark. grabbin' him by
the collar. "Whaddye think this is, a
soap fact'ry? Leggo that shin-bone.
"Gr-r-r-r" he'd remark back, real
hostile. and roll his eyes menacin.'
At which Wee would smoker and OBJ
serve: Nov isn't he the dearest thing
to do that, Torchy? Do let him have
his booful bone there. I'll spread q
newspaper. under it."
Her theory was good, only Buddy
didn't care to know his bone on an
evening edition. He liked eatin' it on
the Turkish rug better. And that's
where he did eat it. That was about
the way his trainin' worked out in
other things. We had some perfectly
good ideas about what he should do;
he'd have others. quite different; and
we'd compromise. That is, we'd agree
that Buddy was right. Seemed to me
about the only thing to do, unless you
had all day or all night to argue with
him and show him where he was
wrong. I could keep it up for An
hour or two. Then either got hoarso
or lost my disposition.
You remember there was some talk
Of keepin' him in the garage at first.
Anyway, it was mentioned. And he
was kept there the first night, until
somewhere around am. Then
trailed out in bathrobe and slippers
and lugged him in. He'd howled for
three hours on q stretch and seemed
to be out for the long distance cham
pionship. Not havin' looked up the
past performances in nonstop howiin'.
I couldn't say whether he'd hung UP
a new record or not. was willin'
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