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the story be thought worthy of it. My friend the canon, I may 

 say, has no leanings. Being a guest at luncheon with the 

 dog's master, my friend fed the dog with pieces of beef. After 

 luncheon the beef was taken into the larder. The dog did not 

 think he had his fair share. What did he do 1 'Now he had 

 been taught to stand on his hind legs, put his paw on a lady's 

 wrist, and hand her into the dining-room. He adopted the 

 same tactics with my friend the canon, stood on his hind legs, 

 put his paw on his arm, and made for the door. To see what 



would follow, Canon suffered himself to be led ; but the 



sagacious dog, instead of steering for the dining-room, led him 

 in the direction of the larder, along a passage, down steps, &c., 

 and did not halt till he brought him to the larder, and close to 

 the shelf where the beef had been put. The dog had a small 



bit given him for his sagacity, and Canon returned to the 



drawing-room. But the dog was still not satisfied. He tried 

 the same trick again, but this time fruitlessly. The canon was 

 not going again with him to the larder. What was Mori to do 1 

 And here comes the instance of reason in the poodle. Finding 

 he could not prevail on the visitor to make a second excursion 

 to the larder, he went out into the hall, took in his teeth Canon 



's hat from off the hall table, and carried it under the 



shelf in the larder, where the coveted beef lay out of his reach. 

 There he was found with the hat, waiting for the owner of the 

 hat, and expecting another savoury bit when he should come for 

 his hat. 



Many anecdotes might be adduced of the cleverness 

 which some dogs show in finding their way by train ; but 

 I shall give only three, and I select these, not only be- 

 cause they all mutually corroborate one another, but like- 

 wise because they all display such high intelligence on the 

 part of the dogs. 



Mr. Horsfall, in ' Nature,' vol. xx., p. 505, says : — 



Last year we spent our holidays at Llan Bedr, Merioneth- 

 shire. Our host has a house in the above village, and another 

 at Harlech, a town three miles distant. His favourite dog, 

 Nero, is of Norwegian birth, and a highly intelligent animal. 

 He is at liberty to pass his time at either of the houses owned 

 by his master, and he occasionally walks from one to the other. 

 More frequently, however, he goes to the railway station at 

 Llan Bedr, gets into the train, and jumps out at Harlech. 

 Being most probably unable to get out of the carriage, he was 

 on one occasion taken to Salsernau, the station beyond Harlech, 

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