CHAPTER XXII 



A STRING OF DOG TALES 



MONAD AND THE WHISTLE BALL HOW MONAD FOOLED HIS 

 MASTER HE COULD ALWAYS FIND YOUR POCKETKNIFE HE 

 WAS A MONOMANIAC ON BALL PLAYING SPENT HIS TIME 

 KNOCKING ASHES FROM CIGARS BLUFFING DOGS AND THEIR 

 SLACK CHAINS THREE GREAT DANES ATTACK THE AUTHOR 

 A GREAT DANE FRIGHTENED AT ITS OWN RELEASE WHAT 



DO YOU MEAN ? CHARGE, SIR? STAND YOUR GROUND AND 

 EXPLAIN YOUR POSITION A FAMOUS POINTER IT WAS 

 ONLY A POOR LITTLE YELLOW DOG FAMOUS MR. SPIN 

 HIS MASTER'S VOICE THE IDENTITY OF MR. SPIN WILD 

 DOGS AN ADVENTURE WITH WILD DOGS DOGS IN A 

 BESIEGED CITY FEROCIOUS BEASTS WILD DOGS ATTACK 

 HORSES ATTACHED TO BUGGIES. 



Monad, my little Pomeranian spaniel, was fond 

 of playing with a rubber ball containing a whistle, 

 the sound of which afforded him a great delight. 

 He would rend other playthings to fragments, but 

 he used the utmost care with his whistle ball, exert- 

 ing only sufficient pressure to make a squeaking 

 noise. 



Impelled by a spirit of mischief, I once caused 

 the ball to be filled with cigar smoke. Monad 

 was disgusted with the mean trick, and showed 

 his lack of confidence in me by never again taking 

 the ball in his mouth without first striking it with 

 his paws to see if any offensive vapor had been sur- 

 reptitiously inserted into his favorite plaything. 



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