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volunteered their aid, for Charlie could not be 

 trusted to administer the brandy and beef tea 

 at regular intervals, and we were all worn out. 

 During two weeks, relays of college students 

 watched with him at night. One day he became 

 conscious, and recognized me by licking my hand 

 as I patted him. But his past was a blank ; he 

 had to begin life as a puppy once more, and again 

 be taught all his former accomplishments. This 

 second education was, however, acquired with 

 ease. 



To show the extent of his popularity, I was con- 

 stantly stopped in the street by many friends who 

 asked with much concern, "How is Grouse to- 

 day ? I am so sorry to hear of his illness." And 

 our own physician, who did not like dogs, and 

 for whom I had not ventured to send, took me to 

 task for not calling him when Grouse was ill. 



I tell this episode to show not only the love 

 that a faithful dog inspires, but to make it plain 

 also that a dog in illness should receive the same 

 intelligent care that is accorded a human being. 



