FROM THE "SPECTATOR." 307 



A DOG'S ADVENTURE. 



[Oct. 26, 1895.] 



MAY I be allowed to add one more to the dog 

 stories which have appeared in the Spectator ? 

 When my brothers and I were young, 

 we had a white French poodle as our friend 

 and constant companion. He was a strong, 

 muscular dog, standing, I should think, 

 about 1 8 in. high at the shoulder, and quite 

 the most intelligent dog I have ever known. 

 Among other accomplishments, we had 

 taught him to climb a ladder. He went up 

 very cleverly, and could sometimes turn 

 round and come down ; but he could not 

 always depend upon doing this successfully, 

 and occasionally he slipped and came down 

 with a run, but we were always there to 

 catch him, so no harm was done. The dog 

 was inordinately fond of running after stones, 

 and was seldom without one in his mouth. 

 In those days, I am afraid, we were hardly 

 alive to the grinding effect of stones upon the 

 teeth. In the part of Devonshire in which 

 we lived there had been a great deal of 



