11 APRIL 1952, Page 15

An Egg Thief When I encountered R. he was bemoaning

the fact that his dog had taken a fancy to eggs, robbing nests when he could find them. Eggs are much too valuable to be exposed to such danger, but R.'s poultry live in a sort of squatter's paradise of coops and improvised houses. It is almost impossible to keep the dog from the run, and R. feels that he must do something about his thieving. I told him how I once cured a young collie that had the same fault. Two egg-shells were fitted together to contain a tablespoon of mustard, and the mustard egg was placed in a nest the dog often robbed. I watched him lift the " egg " and put his teeth through it. A farmhand seized him, and made sure that he held the strong mustard in his mouth long enough before he released him. Perhaps it was a cruel sort of trick, but it stopped the business when no amount of chastisement would do

SO.