no IN A CHESHIRE GARDEN 



for several weeks. He made the best of it, 

 and seemed to enjoy himself in a way, but it 

 was almost pathetic to see the change directly 

 we got out of the train on our way back. We 

 had to drive three miles in a fly, and though 

 Snap's place was at the bottom under our 

 feet, as soon as we got within a mile of home, 

 he seemed to know the smell of the country 

 and was all excitement, and when he found 

 himself really at home he was quite beside 

 himself with joy and did not rest until he 

 had visited in turn every familiar nook and 

 corner in the garden, then he threw himself 

 down on his own rug in his own house with 

 a sigh of relief and satisfaction. 



I remember the same love of home in the 

 case of another dog, a mongrel long-haired 

 terrier that I had from a puppy. When he 

 was more than ten years old he was taken to 

 live in Hertfordshire. His friends there 

 were devoted to him and did all they could 

 to make him happy, but his nature quite 

 changed, he lost his former boisterous spirits 

 and seemed rather to endure than to enjoy 

 life. After he had been away four years I 

 brought him back; he was then, of course, 

 old as dogs go, nearly 15, but it seemed as 

 though the intervening years had been a 

 dream, and he was himself again at once, 

 just as joyous, noisy and determined-spirited 

 as he had ever been, and fell into all his old 

 ways of life, as if he had been absent only 

 a day. 



