OUR DICK. 51 



" spoon," at once create a feeling of dis- 

 gust. I have often seen him run off 

 and hide when hearing these talked of. 

 To speak of "grass," which we feed to 

 him as a tonic when his system needs 

 bracing up, delights him greatly. At 

 times, when, like Nebuchadnezzar of old, 

 Dick has felt a strong appetite for this 

 kind of salad, so grateful to dogs, he has 

 awakened his master at "ever-so-much 

 o'clock in the morning," and on such 

 occasions no more sleep can be had in 

 our household until the prescription is 

 filled. 



During the earlier years as a member 

 of our household, Dick was a homestayer; 

 but, with increasing years, his strong and 

 tender affection for his protectors has 

 caused him to refuse food and pine at 

 their absence. So it has come about that 



