A Dog And His Dinner

[Feb. 16, 1895.]

I knew a dog in Ireland--a large retriever--who had been taught always

to bring his own tin dish in his mouth, to be filled at the late dinner.

For some reason his master wished to make a change, and to feed him

twice a day instead of once, to which he had always been accustomed. The

dog resented this, and when told to bring his dish, refused, and it

could nowhere be found; on which his master spoke angrily to him, and

ordered him to bring the dish at once. With drooping tail and sheepish

expression he went down the length of the garden, and began scratching

up the soil where he had buried the bowl deep down, to avoid having to

bring it at an hour of which he did not approve.