VII 



BUNKER 



THESE are only reminiscences of a dog and 

 probably only of interest to my husband and 

 me, who were so fond of him. 



His mother was a large, fat, in fact, outsize fox 

 terrier, very healthy, with superabundant spirits. 

 She did not look very well bred fat Betty but 

 what of that ! she loved life just the same and 

 she also loved everybody. Bunker was one of a 

 litter of brothers and sisters, who had been given 

 away, and I suppose he was last choice; but we 

 would not have exchanged Bunker for anything in 

 the world. He was given to us when he was a few 

 months old, and Betty came too, to be taken 

 care of when her master went on leave. Bunker 

 was distinctly a better-looking class of dog than his 

 mother and may have had an aristocrat for his 

 father, but he never told us so. 



Along the road just outside the bungalow there 

 was a ditch which was daily flushed with water. In 

 this Betty used to gambol and Bunker floundered 

 after her. She used to rush at her little pup, knock 

 him over, drench him, half punch the wind out of 

 him and he would get up a pitiable little object. 

 The first time that it happened he seemed thoroughly 

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