A DOG-STORY.
[To THE EDITOR OF THE " SPECTATOR...1 Sru,—You are fond of stories of odd actions of dogs, so perhaps the following may be acceptable. I have two fox- terriers—young dogs= Grip' and Vic.' In the morning, at early tea in our bedroom, 'Vic' gets angry with Grip's reflection in the long glass of the wardrobe, barks at him furiously as he moves about, and scratches at the glass, quite regardless of her own face between her and his reflection. And when he assaults her from behind, to make her play with his real self, she turns round and snaps at him viciously, and then returns to her attack on his reflection. He jumps up on the window-sill, and fancies he sees a squirrel in the garden, and dashes past her to the door ; she follows the motion of the reflection till she is past the edge of the glass, and loses it, when she dashes back to the glass again. This has occurred several days in the last week, and seems to me most absurd. The dogs are just about a year old, and so beyond puppy folly, though very lively and
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