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that when he was angry it would curl over until the point seemed to dig into 
the centre of his back, His colour was white, or, to speak truly, a dirty white, 
Bodger was about four years old when given to me by some friends on 
Malabar Hill in 1878, Their reason for getting rid of him was that he raised 
his voice too much during the night when tied up, and if allowed to be loose, 
he used to retire to a neighbouring bungalow and pass the night on the sofas and 
chairs. This led to remonstrances on the part of the tenants, who threatened 
to shoot the dog if it is was found there again. Before accepting Bodger, I took 
him out for a walk on trial. Very quickly he showed his fighting propensities by 
attacking a dog half as large as himself and scoreda victory, He then met a cat, 
which he killed in first-rate style. So Bodger became my property. When I say 
“my property,” I mean I became his owner or master, at least as I understood 
-it. But Bodger had quite a different opinion, and allowed no one to interfere 
with his ways and doings. He certainly made my rooms in the Fort his home 
when he was at home, and would at times take his meals there and allowed me to 
have a little more influence over him than other people, but that was all. 
Why he was named Bodger I could not find out, but it was a capital name, for 
he looked it all over, so 1 let it remain, When Bodger came to reside with me 
in the Fort, I contemplated keeping a dog-boy to look after him, but he soon 
showed me that he could take care of himself without putting me to any extra 
expense, and his habits at first were more or less methodical. In the early 
morning he was generally missing ; during the day-time he would he under my 
desk until the sun was off the street, when he would get up, shake himself, look 
up at me, and then walk deliberately down to the Frere Fountain and wait 
there for any strong dog that might turn up. In a short time there was a row, 
and on looking out, Bodger was sure to be in the thick of it, After an hour or so 
of this amusement he would come back (generally with marks about him showing 
that he had not had it all his own way) to seeif Lor anybody else was going 
for a ride, when he would accompany us, This went on for some time, until 
one day he saw his old master going into the Bombay Club and followed him 
only to be ejected. For several days he used to wait outside, watch his oppor- 
tunity to sneak inside, and be driven out again at the run, Failing to get a 
permanent footing in the Club, he took up with a gentleman, Mr, Arbuthnot, 
the Collector of Bombay, in the Secretariat, and for nearly six weeks 
went every afternoon about 4 o'clock and laid down under his desk and 
remained about half an hour and then left. This gentleman never knew 
until afterwards to whom the dog belonged, and told me that the dog 
hardly ever took any notice of or attempted to follow him, simply stayed about 
half an hour and then walked off. Bodger tried the same game at Wat- 
son’s Hotel, but this did not last long, as the Volunteers took up his attention 
and regularly every Saturday, when they turned out and Bodger heard the band 
coming out of Church-gate Street, he went out and marched at their head until 
it was all oyer. This led to some of the fellows in the office taking to painting 
