130 My Dogs in the Northland 



yard outside. Curly could not, or would not 

 understand that she was not to take her 

 large, oily fish into the house and there lei- 

 surely devour it on the study or dining-room 

 floor. A big grease-spot on the floor or car- 

 pet seemed a trifling affair in comparison 

 with her having to eat her supper in the 

 bitter cold. Several times had I sternly re- 

 proved her, and put her outside, to finish 

 her fish with the other dogs. Finding at 

 length that scoldings were of no avail, and 

 some protests coming in from other quar- 

 ters about carpets being ruined, I was at 

 length obliged to resort to stern measures, 

 and so one evening, when her actions had 

 been unusually provoking, I took her out 

 and gave her a real good whipping. As she 

 had never before been whipped, she did not 

 at first realize what it meant. However, I 

 was resolved that she should know, and 

 know so thoroughly, that the whipping 

 would not have to be repeated, and so I 

 continued the use of the lash until she be- 

 gan to vigourously cry out under its inflic- 

 tion. 



Anticipating trouble from yet another 

 quarter, I had prepared for the emergency. 

 I had placed near at hand a large heavy 



