forepaws on her shoulders, licked her face 

 and hands, nestled his great head against her 

 heart, and wagged his tail till he was tired. 

 Finally, Diogenes coiled himself up at her 

 feet and went to sleep." And, in regard to 

 the larger question of Nature's intentions, I 

 would have you show yourself a little less 

 sure. Is it, after all, so manifestly clear that 

 she intended you for a house? Is there not a 

 suspicion that she formed you for an arboreal 

 dwelling, and that it was only ambition and 

 the decrease of tails that rescued you and all 

 of us from a prehensile branch-to-branch ex- 

 istence? A little more modesty would better 

 become you when your dog pleads for occa- 

 sional admittance to your home. Heaven for- 

 bid that I should ask you to undog your dog. 

 As a matter of fact you cannot do it, however 

 much you may try. A dog will still be a dog : 

 his tail will still wag and may sometimes 

 sweep away a knick-knack; he will still turn 

 round three times before lying down on your 

 floor, just as his remote ancestors turned to 

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