[To TEN EDITOR OF THE "SPECTATOR."] Sii,—My brother owns an
Airedale terrier, whose intelligence Is very strongly developed. This dog usually sleeps on a rug on a sofa in my room. One evening I was not at home to take him up to bed, so my father, at the usual time, said to him, " Jack,' go to bed." He immediately trotted upstairs, but, after a few minutes, returned and stood in front of my father, looking up into his face as if he wanted something. He was again told to go to bed, but refused to, and at last my father went with him to my room. There 'Jack' went to the sofa—from which the rug had been taken—and then went and stood on the rug, looking at my father and wagging his tail. Directly the rug was put on the sofa he jumped up and lay down quite happily. In the country, on Sundays, when he found he was shut up he used to hide in the avenue till we started for church, and then joined the carriage when too far from home- to be sent back.—I am, Sir, &c.,
Hotel Paradis, Nice, January 10th. M. COLDSTREA.M.
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