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sodded over next spring" says Wee.
''Huh!' says I. by next spring he'll
be big enough to tunnel clear under the
house."
Looked like he would. At i've months
Buddy weighed thirty-four pounds and
to Judge by his actions most Of him was
watch-spring steel 'geared in high speed.
He was as hard as nails all over and as
quick -motioned as q cat I'd got into
the habit of turnin' him loose when
came home and indulein' in half
hours rough-house play with him.
Buddy liked that. He seemed to need
1t In his business Of CROWN up. II I
happened to forget. he wasn't backward
in remindin' me of the oversight. He'd
developed bark that was sort Of q
cross between an automobile shrieker
and THROWN brick through q plate
glass window. and when he put his
whole soul into expressin'. his feelin's
that way everybody within mile
needed cotton in their ears. So I'd drape
myself in an old raincoat, put'on pair
of heavy drivin' gauntlets. and frisk
around with him.
No doubt about Buddy's being glad
to see me on them occasions. His az
lection was deep and violent He'd let
out few Joy yelps, take turn around
the yard and then come leapin' at me
with his mouth open and his eyes rollin'
wild. My part of the game was to grab
him by the back Of the neck and throw
him before he could sink his teeth into
any part of me. Sometimes / missed.
That was point for Buddy Then I'd
pry his jaws loose and he'd dash Off for
another circle. couldn't say how the
score averaged. was too busy. to keep
count. About ffty-fifty would be my
guess. Anyway, it did Buddy lot Of
good and must have been fine practice.
II he ever has to stop. an offensive on
the part Of an invadin' bulldog he'll be
in good trim. He'd tackle one. all right.
The book we bought says that an Aire-
dale win go up tree after a mountain
lion. can believe it. I've never seen
Buddy tuck his tail down for anything
on four legs. Yet he amt the messy
kind. He don't aeem anxious to start
anything, but I'll bet he'd be a hard
finisher
And he sure Is folksy dog with the
people he knows around the house,
Most Of 'em he treats gentler than he
does me, which shows that he's got
some sense. And when 1t comes to the
baby; why, say. he'll gaze as admirin'
at Young Master Richard toddlin'
around as IL he was some blood rela-
ton; followin' him everywhere, with
that black nose nuzzled under one OF
the Youngsters arms. or with sleeve
held tender in his teeth. Any kid at
ALI Buddy is strong for. He'll leave a
bone or his play any time he catches
sight of one, and 60 prancin' around
'em, Vaughn his stubby tail friendly
and inyitin' 'eri to come have romp.
Maybe you wouldn't accuse Buddy
of being handsome. / used to think
Airedales was about the homeliest
dogs on the list. Mostly, you know,
they're long on nose. 1t starts be-
tween their ears and extends straight
out for about foot. Gives 'em kind
of a simple expression. But you get
a good look into them brown eyes OF
Buddy's, specially when he's listenin'
to YOU with his head cooked on one
side and an ear turned wrong side out.
and you'll decide he must have some
gray matter concealed somewhere.
Then there's that black astrakan coat
effect on his back, and the clean-cut
lines of his deep chest and slim brown
legs. which are more or less decorative.
Anyway he got SO he looked kind of
good to me.
Like people, though, Buddy had his
bad ways. Every once In while his
fondness for chewin' things would get
him in wrong. Then he'd have to be
scolded. And you can't tell me he don
know the meanin' Of the words when