1 82 My Dogs in the Northland 



seemed to say : " That wound must be at- 

 tended to and I am going to do the work ; " 

 and do it he did, and it was well and thor- 

 oughly done. 



After a while the dogs seemed to know 

 that this was Rover's work, and then they 

 expected him to take care of them. The 

 only growls he now heard were from dogs 

 with their first wounds. After that they 

 would patiently stand or comically lie down 

 or roll over as Rover desired. 



Some of them became so accustomed to 

 his attentions, that they simply imposed on 

 him. For example, I have seen dogs with 

 sore feet, instead of using their own tongues 

 in cleansing and curing them, come and 

 drop down before faithful old Rover and 

 stick out their wounded foot for his inspec- 

 tion and treatment. 



Faithful old Rover ! He seemed to realize 

 that great indeed was his responsibility 

 when I would return from a month's trip 

 into the interior with twelve or sixteen dogs. 

 Four at least he would find required his at- 

 tentions and care for the next ten days or so. 



Thus Rover, the greatest coward I ever 

 knew in dog flesh, and the steady, faithful 



