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

Why. he'd drop his head and tail and
sneak into a corner as IL he'd been
struck with a whip. And half an hour
later he'd be up to the same sort Of
mischief. asked Joe Sarello about it.
"Ah!" says Joe, shruggin' his shout
ders. "Hees puppy yet. Wanna do
wat he lax, all tam. He know better,
but he strong in the head. You gotta
beat him up good. No can hurt. Tough
lax iron. Beat him up" ..,...
But Wee won't have it. I,didn't in
sist. didn't care much for the job.
So Buddy gets Off by being informed
stern that he's q bad, bad dog.
And then here the other day 1 comes
home to find Buddy locked in the
garage and howlin' indignant. Wee
says he mustn't be let out. either.
what's the fdea?" asks.
Then I gets the whole bill Of COM
plant. 1t seems Buddy has started the
day by breasin' loose from his wire and
chasin' the chickens all over the place.
He'd cornered our pet Rhode Island Red
rooster and nipped out mouthful OF
tail feathers. 1t took the whole house,
hold and some of the neighbors to get
him to quit that little game.
This affair had almost been forgiven
and he was havin' his lunch on the back
porch when Wees auntie blows In un-
expected for little visit. Before any
body has time to stop him Buddy IS
greetin' her I'm his usual impetuous man.
ner He does it by plantin' his muddy
forepaws in three places on the front OF
her dress and then grabbin' her gold
lorgnette playful. breakin' the chain and
runnin' off with the loot
expect that was only Buddy's idea
of lettin' her know that he welcomed
her as a member Of the family in good
standin' But auntie takes it different.
She asks Wee why we allow horrible
beast like that to run at large" She's
a vivid describer, auntie. She don't mind
droppin' a word Of good advice now and
then, either. While she's being sponged
Off and brushed down she recommends
that we get rid of such a dangerous ami
NAL as that at once.
So Buddy is tied up again outside. But
it appears to be his day for doing the
wrong thing. Some one has hung Wees
best evenin' wrap out on line to air
after having spot cleaned. It's the
one with the silver fox fur OH the col
lar And it's hung where Buddy can
just reach 1t, Well. you can guess the
rest. Any kind of a fox, deceased or
otherwise, is fair game for Buddy. It's
right in his line. And when they dis
covered what he was up to there wasn't
a piece of that fur collar big enough to
make an ear muff. Parts Of the wrap
might still be used for polishin' the
silver. Buddy seemed kind OF proud Of
the thorough Job he'd made.
Well, Wee had been specially fond Of
that wrap. She'd sort of blown herself
when she got it. and you know. how
high furs have gone to these days
expect she didn't actually weep, but she
must have been near it. And there was
auntie with more stern advice. She
points out how a brute dog with such
destructive instincts would go on and
on, chewn' up first one valuable thing
and then another, until we'd have moth
ing left but what we had on.
Buddy had been tried and found
guilty in the first degree. Sentence
had been passed. He must go.
perhaps your barber friend Will
take him back says Wee "Or the
Ellinses might want. him. Anyway.
he's impossible. You must get rid OF
him tonight Only I don't wish to
know how, or what becomes of him"
Every WELL" says ], if that's the
verdict"
loads Buddy ostentatious into the
little roadster and starts Off, with him
wantin' to sit all over me as usual,
or else drapln' himself on the door
half way. out OF the car. Maybe I
stopped at Joe Sarello's. maybe l only