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in the bulrushes, and in honor of her Wanderobo 

 associations we again changed her name to "Little 

 Wanderobo Dog." So far as I know, she is the only 

 dog in history who has had three separate and dis- 

 tinct names within two hours. Of course, there are 

 people who have called dogs more than three dif- 

 ferent names in much less time, but they were not 

 Christian names. One of the bachelor members of 

 the committee, who is known to be a woman-hater, 

 conferred the honorary title of the pronoun "he" 

 on Little Wanderobo Dog, and she has been "he" 

 ever since. But not without a bitter fight by those 

 of the committee who think the pronoun "she" is 

 infinitely more to be admired. 



Little Wanderobo Dog did not wait to be adopt- 

 ed. He adopted us, but not ostentatiously at first 

 just a friendly wag here and there to show that he 

 had at last found what he was looking for. By de- 

 grees he became more friendly and genial, so that 

 at the end of an hour he was thoroughly one of us. 



I have never seen a milder-eyed dog than Little 

 Wanderobo. Innocence and guilelessness struggled 

 for supremacy, with "confidence in strangers" a 

 close third. You couldn't help liking him, for with 

 those meek and gentle eyes, together with manners 

 above reproach, he simply walked into your heart 

 and made himself at home. 



I think that we were a good deal of a surprise to 

 him. In all his short young life he had probably 

 never known anything but kicks and cuffs. When 

 he met a stranger he naturally expected to have 



