212 DOG STORIES 



LUCKY AND UNLUCKY. 



[April 2%, 1877.] 



As letters telling of dogs and their doings 

 occasionally appear in the Spectator, perhaps 

 the following rather pathetic anecdote of a 

 dog I know well may also find a place there. 

 Two or three weeks ago, Lucky so called 

 from having, when an outcast, found its 

 present happy home perhaps by way of 

 showing its gratitude to its benefactors, 

 presented them with five small Luckys, or 

 rather, with one exception, Unluckys, as the 

 melancholy process always resorted to with 

 these too-blooming families had to be carried 

 out in this instance, and the five were re- 

 duced to one. Poor Lucky was inconsolable, 

 looking everywhere for them, and looking, 

 too, with such appealing eyes into the faces 

 of her friends, and asking them so plainly 

 where they were. Near her kennel was an 

 inclosed piece of ground for pigeons, and as 

 it was discovered that rats were carrying off 

 the young pigeons, and as Lucky had carried 

 off one or two rats, it was decided one night 



