60 The Life Worth Living 



movement forward, or side wise, with or 

 without any idea of further acquaintance 

 with the sheep, the whole flock break and 

 run as though the devil with an army of 

 fiends were after them. The temptation to 

 chase is simply beyond the power of any 

 mere pup to resist, if he has passed the age 

 of chewing gum shoes. I don't blame them. 

 If I were a pup, I'd chase sheep. 



When a pup once gets a taste of this royal 

 sport there is but one remedy, and that is to 

 cut his tail off just behind his ears, or send 

 him to the city. The first remedy is less 

 cruel than the second, and is soon over with. 

 A puppy fairly grown, with the sheep habit 

 well fixed, has been known to kill fifty sheep 

 in a night. He never eats them, but just 

 kills for the fun of the thing. 



I paid my neighbour for four lambs one of 

 my pups killed, and on the fifth occasion the 

 farmer happened on the ground with a shot 

 gun and persuaded him not to do so any 



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