A DOG STORY.
(To THE EDITOR OF THE " SPECTATOR.") Sut,—In the Spectator for the last few weeks I have seen letters and an article on the sagacity of the horse, and I thought perhaps some of your readers would like to hear an extraordinary story of a puppy's 'cuteness. He is a West Highland terrier of about ten months, and he used to be rather a trial to me in the mornings, waking me up very early, but by dint of scoldings and bribes he has now been persuaded to keep quiet (though he takes voyages of discovery round the room, poking his nose into everything) till 7 a.m., when, exactly as the clock strikes, he leaps on to the bed and tries to aid me in the matter of ablutions! I was very anxious to see what he would do on Easter Sunday morning when the clocks had been advanced one hour during the night on account of the Daylight Saving Act. I was therefore very much surprised when he jumped up as usual as the clock struck 7 a.m. (really 6) ! He could not possibly have heard any familiar sounds of life, as no one was yet stirring. There seem to me to be only three possible explanations—he can count the strokes of the clock, or he understood our conversations the previous evening about putting on the clock, or it was merely a very strange coincidence. I am inclined to favour the first or second proposition.—I am,