OUR FRIEND THE DOG 



and, without scruple, denies his 

 race, his kin, his mother and his 

 young. 



But he loves us not only in his 

 consciousness and his intelligence : 

 the very instinct of his race, the en- 

 tire unconsciousness of his species, 

 it appears, think only of us, dream 

 only of being useful to us. To 

 serve us better, to adapt himself 

 better to our different needs, he 

 has adopted every shape and been 

 able infinitely to vary the faculties, 

 the aptitudes which he places at 

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