Dog Deceivers

[Feb. 9, 1895.]

Your fondness for dogs induces me to send you the following anecdote,

which shows their power of acting a part for purposes of their own. Some

years ago a fox-terrier of mine was condemned by a veterinary surgeon to

consume a certain amount of flour of sulphur every day. He was at all

times a fanciful and dainty feeder, and every conceivable ingenuity on

my part was exhausted in the vain e
deavour to disguise the daily

portion and to give it a more tempting appearance. Each new device was

invariably detected. However hungry he might be he turned from the

proffered morsel in disgust, and it ended almost invariably in my having

to put it down his throat. One morning, after keeping him for many hours

without food, and having neatly wrapped the powder in a most appetising

piece of raw meat, I offered it him in the vain hope that hunger might

prevail over prejudice. But no. With averted head and downcast look he

steadily and determinedly declined to partake of it. I encouraged him in

vain. Deep dejection on his part; despair, but persistence, on mine. All

of a sudden his whole manner changed. He assumed a brisk and cheerful

demeanour, joyfully accepted the hitherto rejected offering, and running

merrily through the open door, disappeared swiftly a few yards off round

the corner of the building. Inside the room I ran as quickly to a

window, whence I could view his proceedings, and there watched him while

he deposited the hated morsel on the ground, dug a hole in the

flower-bed, and buried it. His jaunty, triumphant air as he returned I

shall never forget.