I know of no other dog with such strongly marked individuality, 

 even in his tongue he elects to be eccentric, for that is of a deep 

 black, instead of the ordinary flesh colour. There are other 

 peculiarities about him which call for mention. For instance, if 

 you are tired of him as a pet, certain parts of his body are regarded 

 as delicacies tit to be served upon the table. The Chinese epicures, 

 I believe, content themselves with his feet. As he lives mainly 

 upon rice in his Oriental home, the idea of an edible Chow Chow 

 is not quite so repulsive as if his subsistence were of a carnivorous 

 kind. 



Then the Chow has a more fully developed sense of locality 

 than most dogs. He will return to his home with unerring instinct 

 although he may have seen it but once before even the intricacies 

 of London streets present no difficulties to him. Some friends of 

 mine once took their Chow to the sea, living in one house for a week 

 and then moving into another. The first morning of their change 

 of residence they lost the dog when out for a long walk, but he 

 came back to the new place without the slightest hesitation. 

 Nothing pleases a Chow more than the opportunity of wandering 

 about as fancy pleases him. In his long and solitary rambles he 

 will stroll round in apparently aimless manner, not so much as 

 saying " good day ' to another of his order who may happen to 

 pass. Should, however, the stranger dog show a disposition 

 towards belligerency, he may have reason to regret his temerity, 



