dog-fancier by a wealthy young man. The new
owner soon observed that, when out with the dog, if he entered a shop
the animal invariably remained outside for a time, and that, when at
last he did follow his master, the presence of the latter was
persistently ignored, nor would the spaniel take any notice when his
master left the shop, but continued unconcernedly to sniff about; or
else he would lie down and seem to fall asleep. Invariably after this
the animal would turn up at home, carrying in his mouth a pair of
gloves, or some other article which his master had happened to handle
whilst in the shop. By going to establishments where he was known, and
giving notice of what he expected to happen, the owner of the dog was
enabled to try a series of experiments, and he found that the spaniel
would sometimes remain quietly in a shop for hours until the door
chanced to be left open, when, if no one appeared to be watching him, he
would jump up on the counter, seize some article, bolt with it down the
street, and make his way home.

There was also known to the writer, some years ago, a big,
honest-looking, clever mongrel, which was taken by his master to India.
"Sandy" became quite a regimental pet, but, though friendly with the
whole regiment, he clung throughout faithfully to his master. He was a
big, heavy dog, with a good deal of the bull in him, and more than a
suspicion of collie. The combination of these two breeds made him an
exceptionally formidable fighter. Nothing could flurry him, and his
great weight and powerful jaw gained him an easy victory over anything
he ever met, even when tackled one dark night by a young panther.
Unfortunately he developed a passion for killing everything that walked
on four legs--short of a horse or an elephant--and of domestic pets and
of poultry he took heavy toll. Nothing could break him of this
propensity; he would take any punishment quite placidly, and then
straightway repeat the offence at the first opportunity. And he
developed also a curious habit of tracking his master when he dined out.
No matter how "Sandy" was fastened up in barracks, before the meal was
half over in the bungalow where his master happened to be dining, in
would march the dog, quite calm and apparently at home, and would make
willing friends with everyone at table, except with his master, whom he
would steadily ignore throughout the evening. Though "Sandy" was very
far from being a lady's dog, and though at