he was never jerked off his feet by forgetting 

 his limitations. 



He and Scotch, my collie, were good friends 

 and jolly playmates. In their favorite play 

 Scotch tried to take a bone which Johnny 

 guarded ; this brought out from both a lively lot 

 of feinting, dodging, grabbing, and striking. 

 Occasionally they clinched, and when this ended, 

 Johnny usually tried for a good bite or two on 

 Scotch's shaggy tail. Scotch appeared always to 

 have in mind that the end of Johnny's nose was 

 sensitive, and he landed many a good slap on 

 this spot. 



. Apparently, Johnny early appreciated the 

 fact that I would not tease him, and also that I 

 was a master who must be obeyed. One day, 

 however, he met with a little mishap, misjudged 

 things, and endeavored to make it lively for 

 me. I had just got him to the point where he 

 enjoyed a rocking-chair. In this chair he sat up 

 like a little man. Sometimes his fore paws lay 

 awkwardly in his lap, but more often each 

 rested on an arm of the big chair. He found 

 rocking such a delight that it was not long until 



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