Evening star., 1926-09-15
THIS AND THAT
BY CHARLES E. TRACEWELL.

a dog at night. Soundproof gentie..
men who never hear the milkmen VIII
work themselves into a fret over the
dog down the block.
The strange thing is that the
owner Of the dog never hears it!
|. Not at all. No man yet, in all the
| worlds history, has ever been both
cred by the barking of his own dos,
any more than any good mother mas
been worried because little Annie
SCARED up her neighbor's beautlful
new table and chairs.
The barking dog that offends you
is always the other fellows.
Then what a brute, indeed. the
beast becomes. From falthrul
creature he turns into a blamed null
sance If there were anything for MIN
to bark about, it might be different
but just listen to him, will you! one
cannot even put window up or down
without his making that contounoeo
noise. Talk about your cats. A cat
| fight, at it's worst, is over and done
with, but this lunatic is going to 90
nothing less than bark his fool head
off all night long. What a raucous,
ugly thing a dogs bark is. OF course
we always knew his note was no an.
gels voice, but we hadn't thought OF
1t as being quite as sharp. shrlli ana
ugly as it sounds. Why doesn I
some. one invent a dog with soft
| voice?
IF one is not quite willing to let
| Rover stay out all night, when Is
best. he can secure excellent results
| nv forcing the old fellow to whine on
! the back steps for two or three houis
prior to midnight.
Rover, be it known. hasn't the
slightest desire to be out in the cold
yard. in the damp grass. He only
wants to be with the family. The m
terror of the cave is good enough LOT
Rover. The cold, damp grass does
not appeal to him at this hour. lie
prefers the living room rug.
So he sits on the back porch, nose
elevated, and sets up resoundlng
whinny. "Say. come let me in: ne
calls. as plain as a dog can. Old Sam
Jones, half way down the plocM,
knows what Rover wants. RoVer
wants in. any one could tell it. The
entire neighborhood knows it.
But does Rover get in? Not on MS
shiyering. doggy life! The master is
listening to the radio, with all the
tubes turned up high, and the LOUD
speaker roaring like a fog horn AT
sea. How can he hear little dog on
the back porch?
SO Rover whines and whines, mix
ing in, now and then, a few choice, as
sorted barks for good measure. This
pastime he varies by mad rushes to
the back gate, to bark furiously at a
shadow cast by rosebush. Rover
never noticed the shade there before,
and thinks it must be up to something
decidedly shady, indeed.
SO he barks at it. This usually hap
pens just as old Jones has dozed off,
for the fifth time, and fondly imagines
himself sound asleep in his dreams.
Rover disillusions him. Rover says
"Ki-yi-yip zip zip! Gr-r-rr-woof woof
woof. What Jones says had better
be left to the imagination.
Another excellent time to let Rover
out is am. While not quite so
good as night, it still has good points.
1t catches all the late sleepers, who
perhaps weren't in bed when Rover
was allowed to "hit the hay" as late
as 1t was.
! When old Mrs. Potherington, bless
her soul, fondly expects to sleep until
s am, how jolly to wake her up at
o'clock This method catches 'em
coming and going, and no dog owner
should overlook it.