![]() ![]() We all clutch at it frantically and endeavor to maintain it in a horizontal position whereupon his struggles, he being under the impression that some wicked conspiracy is being hatched against him, become fearful, and the final picture presented is generally that of an overturned table and a smashed-up dinner sandwiched between two sprawling layers of infuriated men and women. He breathes, and it puts the fire out.Īt dinner-time he creeps in under the table, lies there for awhile, and then gets up suddenly the first intimation we have of his movements being given by the table, which appears animated by a desire to turn somersaults. He wags his tail, and the room looks as if a devastating army had marched through it. He stretches himself, and over go two chairs and a what-not. He means well, but this house is not his size. Gustavus Adolphus (they call him “Gusty” down-stairs for short) is a very good sort of dog when he is in the middle of a large field or on a fairly extensive common, but I won’t have him indoors. ![]() What I’ve suffered from them this morning no tongue can tell. ![]()
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