TWO DOG STORIES.
[To THE EDITOR OF THE " (3PECTATOR."1 SIR,—The "True Story of a Dog," in the Spectator of September 8th, may be matched, possibly explained, by a similar occurrence. I had bought a Spanish poodle pup of an Irishman who assured me, "Indade, Sir, an' the dog knows all my childer do, only he can't talk." He shut doors, opened hose with thumb-latches, and rushed upstairs and waked his mistress at words of command. One day we were starting to drive to our former home in the city, six miles distant, but the dog was refused his usual place in the carriage and shut up in the house. When we arrived, to our astonishment we found him waiting for us on the doorstep ! We could not conceive how he got there, but upon inquiry found that he had got out, gone to the station, in some way entered the train, hid under a seat, and on arrival in the city threaded his way, a mile through the streets, and was found quietly awaiting our
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