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bed, I took him up to my own, and was delighted to 

 hear him tumble off towards the small hours, for it 

 showed there was life in him still. Care and a 

 sound constitution pulled him through, though he 

 went on three legs to his dying day, and the first 

 use he made of his convalescence was to go back 

 to have it out with the bull-terrier. But knowing 

 him, I had taken precautions ; otherwise he would 

 probably have been killed. 



Then there are shy dogs and cheeky dogs ; some 

 want to be drawn out and others to be sat upon. I 

 import my terriers from the far north, and it is 

 painful and provoking too, to see the distress of a 

 timid little animal when landed among unfamiliar 

 surroundings. He is pretty sure to have left aching 

 hearts behind him, and you can see in his tearful 

 eyes and reproachful looks that he is full of sad 

 memories of happy days. I thought I should lose 

 one of those sensitive creatures ; for a couple of 

 days he could not be persuaded to eat, and I 

 believe he would have died had he not attached 

 himself to a housemaid, who, after trying many 

 things, tempted him with cream and Roquefort 

 cheese. Yet that shrinking little beggar, when roused 

 in battle, was as game as the small champion who 

 fought the bull-terrier. That, however, is rather 

 an exceptional case, and more often the newcomer 

 makes himself at home from the moment of his 

 arrival. Taken off the train, he is like a jack-in-the- 

 box, with extraordinary stores of repressed energy. 

 Within five minutes he is looking for rats behind 



