A STRING OF DOG TALES 293 



THE DOG THAT MADE BELIEVE. 



Monad hated flies, and would hunt them 

 all over the house. Thinking to have some 

 sport with him I made a noise with my lips 

 imitating the buzzing of a fly, and then made be- 

 lieve to catch the insect. The dog, lifting his lips, 

 went through all the motions of biting an 

 imaginary fly to death. I thought that I had 

 fooled him, but the joke was on me, for, after re- 

 peated trials, I discovered that Monad had en- 

 tered into the spirit of the game and was also 

 "making believe." 



This, not only showed intelligence, but also a 

 highly developed sense of humor, and everybody 

 knows that while humor may be spontaneous it is 

 never automatic. 



JACK, THE JACK-KNIFE DOG. 



Sauntering down to the post-office at Hancock, 

 Michigan, I was surprised to see a mongrel dog 

 leave the crowd that had collected for the mail, 

 and make straight for me. Upon coming within 

 reach, it behaved in the most peculiar manner, 

 barking and alternately jumping at my trousers 

 pockets and gazing intently at a grass-covered ter- 

 race across the street. At length a tall, lank miner 

 from Red Jacket said: "Here's wot it wants yer 

 ter do, stranger." He then drew a cla.sp knife from 

 his pockets and threw it across the street into the 

 long grass. With a yelp of delight, the dog darted 



