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as usual failing, she would march over to 

 the spot where Jack was comfortably sleep- 

 ing upon his fur rug, and unceremoniously 

 seizing him by the ear, would lead him to 

 the closed door and in expressive dog lan- 

 guage would order him to immediately open 

 it. 



With this demand he always quickly 

 complied, for Cuffy was a bit of a tyrant 

 and, presuming on her sex, lorded it over 

 him most thoroughly. In fact she had him 

 in the most thorough subjection, and it often 

 gave us lots of amusement to watch her 

 coquettish and tantalizing ways, and Jack's 

 patience and quiet dignity 7 . Yet, like many 

 a hen-pecked spouse, it seemed that the more 

 she imposed upon him, the greater his love 

 and jealous care. 



The only battles that I recall having 

 had with Jack, were on Cuffy's account, and 

 battles royal they were. They came about 

 in this way. The principal food for all my 

 dogs was fish. During the winter months 

 the fish are frozen so hard that they have to 

 be thawed out ere they are fed to the dogs. 

 When the. dogs were at home the fish were 

 thawed out at the hot kitchen fire and dis- 

 tributed among the hungry animals in the 



