Evening star., 1925-04-12
THIS AND THAT
By Charles E. TrGcetoeH.

Buddy was a gangling pup. with
big paws, skinny legs, long flop ears
and big brown eyes. He enjoyed ire
to the full. He was happy all day
long, running around with the chill
dren and dogs.
His favorite pal was Mary, who goes
to the first grade in the school where
they do not admit dogs. That is one
Of the tragedies of dog lfe-to be
barred out from the school buildings.
Dogdom hath its sorrows no less
than mankind. Perhaps every species
of created thing has them, too. Who
knows but that the humble bugs, in
their land beneath the old rock, shed
tears?
Buddy was "wooled" about all day
by Mary and her friends The minute
school was out Buddy would go run
ming up the street TO greet his mis-
tress. 1t was Hey, Buddy" and
Here, Buddy"
The dog was hauled around on wag-
ons and scooters. hoisted aboard
roller skates. dragged here and there
by his forepaws, his hinGlegs, even
by his tail,
He grew thinner and thinner.
Now, this is a point in dog culture
that the children ought to know, but
never do-that puppy can only
stand so much handling.
There have been more innocent
dogs sent to the happy hunting
ground by loving little children than
by any other agency, perhaps, with
the exception of poison.
The little children are only seven
times one" as Mrs. Heming's poem
has 1t. They know no better.
Surely some elder should tell them
they are killing the dog by kindness
1t was a bright Spring day when
Buddy, all eyes and legs, was pes
tered by some children. The dog
snapped. He bit
That night an aroused father called
upon Mary's father, and the two of
| them thrashed out the problem of
Buddy.
a decision was reached Was the
dog not some sort Of nuisance, any
way? What was the matter with
him, that he did not look Fat and
healthy like other dogs?
Maybe he was mad,
! Men, when they differ much. are
called nuts"
Dogs are Jumped off under the cate
CORY of mad" Nobody knows just
exactly what it means, or whether
the dog really had rabies, but it
sounds terrible.
All, rabies, what crimes are com
HiIllcu III thy name. Many an lnnO-
cent dog, suffering from nothing but
lack of water. has gone tn the an
topsy chamber because ne was
mad dog"
This is a mad world, my masters,
a hard world for little dogs, and
cringing cats, poor old moss-eaten
horses and many other creatures.
| So Buddy found it.
A big black wagon drove up that
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curb and another went into the house.
| In the pound wagon already were
half a dozen dogs.
| They looked out from the meshes
of the wire, awed into silence by the
novelty of their last ride. 1t was
into their company that scraggly
Buddy was introduced.
X X X
Just as the door clangd shut on
Buddy Mary came home from school.
"Oh, where are they taking Bud
dy?" she screamed, running forward.
'Er-er-" stammered her father
Buddy. Buddy"
"oh, they are just taking him for
little ride, Mary, a little ride with
the other dogs"
Sweat ran down the fathers face.
Taking Buddy for little ride?
Oh, look at Buddy in there with the
other dogs! Where will they take
him?"
They are taking him to the hos
pital, to see what is the matter with
him, dear. See how he will enjoy
riding around the city with the other
dogs"
Cold, black meshes separated the
two creatures of God, one a child,
6 years old, the other a puppy,
months old.
The driver got aboard. Come on,
Bill" he said. Then the pound
wagon drove off.
See, Buddy has gone for a ride,
Buddy has gone for a ride" cried
little Mary, happily.