isease.

After a time, Dandy's sore healed, and he was set free. He was right
glad, he said, for he had got heartily sick of the rabbits. He used to
bark at them and make them angry, and they would run around the loft,
stamping their hind feet at him, in the funny way that rabbits do. I
think they disliked him as much as he disliked them. Jim and I did not
get the mange. Dandy was not a strong dog, and I think his irregular way
of living made him take diseases readily. He would stuff himself when he
was hungry, and he always wanted rich food. If he couldn't get what he
wanted at the Morrises', he went out and stole, or visited the dumps at
the back of the town.

When he did get ill, he was more stupid about doctoring himself than any
dog that I have ever seen. He never seemed to know when to eat grass or
herbs, or a little earth, that would have kept him in good condition. A
dog should never be without grass. When Dandy got ill he just suffered
till he got well again, and never tried to cure himself of his small
troubles. Some dogs even know enough to amputate their limbs. Jim told
me a very interesting story of a dog the Morrises once had, called Gyp,
whose leg became paralyzed by a kick from a horse. He knew the leg was
dead, and gnawed it off nearly to the shoulder, and though he was very
sick for a time, yet in the end he got well.

To return to Dandy. I knew he was only waiting for the spring to leave
us, and I was not sorry. The first fine day he was off, and during the
rest of the spring and summer we occasionally met him running about the
town with a set of fast dogs. One day I stopped and asked him how he
concealed himself in such a quiet place as Fairport, and he said he was
dying to get back to New York, and was hoping that his master's yacht
would come and take him away.

Poor Dandy never left Fairport. After all, he was not such a bad dog.
There was nothing really vicious about him, and I hate to speak of his
end. His master's yacht did not come, and soon the summer was over, and
the winter was coming, and no one wanted Dandy, for he had such a bad
name. He got hungry and cold, and one day sprang upon a little girl, to
take away a piece of bread and butter that she was eating. He did not
see the large house-dog on the door sill, and before he could get away,
the dog had seized him, and bitten and shaken him till he was nearly
dead. When the dog threw him aside, he crawled to the Morrises, and Miss
Laura