TOD SLOAN 



" I've seen some ill-behaved dogs in my time, but 

 this one is the limit." 



"Then you keep the dam dog," answered Lucien 

 —and I did. Of course I had been kidding Lucien, 

 who, however, never rapped me about it afterwards. 



Piper was perhaps the best-known dog on the 

 Continent, being able to find his way all over Nice, 

 Monte Carlo, St Moritz, Paris, Brussels and Ostend. 

 I am certain that he knew one place from another, 

 and he knew very well where I stayed in each place. 

 He was a wonderful traveller too. When we boarded 

 a train he would go under the seat straight away, 

 either in a compartment or a sleeping-car, and would 

 never be seen until we arrived at our destination, 

 when he would stretch himself and trot out on the 

 platform and wait for me. 



Talking about " stretching," I could make him yawn 

 whenever I wanted to. I needed only to gape and 

 pretend to yawn to make him open his mouth, all 

 the time making a most fearsome noise ; it was funny.* 



Piper never cared much for women ; they could 

 scarcely ever induce him to go to them ; and he would 

 never make friends with young children ; at some time 

 or other some child must have earned his contempt. 

 Many of my friends, however, were just as fond of him 

 as I was, and I was asked for him by many. I wish 

 now that I had given him to Henry Tepe (" Henry ") 

 in the Rue Volney, for he was so fond of that dog and 

 so was Piper of him. 



I was approached once by a certain Count in Belgium 

 as to how much I would demand for Piper's stud fee, 

 the Crown Princess Stephanie having some prize 

 bitches. I said they were welcome to Piper for a 

 time, and I was promised half one litter. But it 



1 You should see and hear Tod's imitation of it. — Editor. 



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