Evening star., 1932-06-02
THIS AND THAT
BY CHARLES E. TRACENELL.

to one of these old dog fighters, who
declared that he had bred fighting dogs
for years, but at last had given up the
business, on account of his dog Nellie
Il couldn't bear to see Nellie fight"
he admitted.
There is no man alive who doesn't
like a good dog fight Of the ordinary
street variety, where there is
much noise and little hurt. Dog
fight! Dog fight!" The magic cry
brings something primitive to the
surface. Not even a fight between
human beings will collect crowd
so quickly as Snarling dog en-
counter. But few men of ordinary
decency like to see one Of these street
fights get to the dangerous stage. From
to separate the combatants, there be-
ing much talk the while of the best
ways to do it without getting bit ones
self. Cold water, the traditional cooler
of fiery temperaments, is very good. 1t
NAV be said for most dogs that, when
fighting they stick strictly to business,
and will not bite those who attempt TO
sepsrate them, If the latter use ordinary
common sense and know something
about dogs Often the best way to
separate fighting dogs is to let them
anxious TO force matters to a real con-
clusion than their masters are anxious
for such an ending and if let alone
normally will indulge in a great amount
of barking and snarling and in very
little real paw!and-mouth work
All this has little to do with Mallory's
bull pup, of course, except to show what
manner of dog 1t was. in the abstract
Every puppy is concrete image of
dogdom, and in some one popularity
differs slightly from every other dog
which ever lived This individuality
of animals is we'll known to those who
really love them and who attempt to
understand them.
The Mallory pup had more than a
normal interest in bones. He loved a
good bone from birth, and his first
trip into the great outside world was
to secure himself one
Away went Bully, as hc vas called.
across a street, huge expsnse. notice
abe chiefly because 1t had no bones
in it.
Bully did not know exactly what he
wanted but he was on his way End he
held his nose to the ground with all
the persistency Of veteran.
His mother would have been proud
of him as he shifted his wsv along.
intent on finding the biggest bore which
20 small a dog could carry home with
him
His huge paws strode unsteadilv. and
his legs Wobbled bit but behind that
black nose there was a remarkable in
stinct which called with one clear call
Bone
Bully knew that II he kept on he
would find bone et last
Human beings call it destiny.
Destiny Is supposed to have led Ma
Doleon to Egypt. and bac'; again into
Russia. where he had no business TO 60
and back again
This plain chronicle Of the everyday
cannot use such a large word in rela-
ton to such q small dog all that it can
adduce is the sense OF smell. and say
that this led Bully direct to a bone
which somehow had got lodged in the
yard OF Templeton Jones
Jones was there admiring his lily pool,
when he looked up and saw Bully
sampling the bone Being fond Of bull
dogs. as well as OF water lilies, Jones
stopped down to pet the pup. whereupon
the latter thought thai an attempt was
being made to take his very first bone
away from him.
Gr-r-r-r-r-Il
That was all he could see. or under
stand that bone. and when he was re-
moved to safer distance from the pool
his treasure still in his mouth he
imagined he had been deprived of it.
Blindly he galloped back through the
garden, his fat legs carrying him
straight toward the pool
And into the water he went. his bone
still In his mouth. Two tidal waves
heaved over the sides. the goldfish fed
for safety beneath the water poppy
roots and the bull pup started to swim
until bodily lifted out by Templeton
Jones. ESQ. water lily cultur6t and bull
dog fancier. Jones had a good laugh
and the pup still had his bone, so every
body was satisfied.