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It's worth ninety per cent of your value to have had you pick me out for your master. Any man with cash enough can be a dog's owner, Bobby. But all the cash in the world won't make him the dog's master without the dog's own consent. Ever stop to think of that, Bobby?" As he talked, half incoherently, to the delighted collie, Gavin was retracing his way over the mile or so he had just traversed.
Xanthippus, whose dog swam by the side of his galley to Salamis, when the Athenians were forced to abandon their city, afterwards buried it with great pomp upon a promontory, which to this day is called the Dog's Grave.
Her dog's head was on her knees, and one of her slender hands rested on the black and tan. Mrs. Colwood admired the picture. Miss Mallory's sloping shoulders and long waist were well shown by her simple dress of black and closely fitting serge. Her head crowned and piled with curly black hair, carried itself with an amazing self-possession and pride, which was yet all feminine.
"You'll break the poor dog's heart, Purt," said Jess, gravely. "Give him a kind word." "He has the most sorrowful face on him of any dog I ever saw," declared Dora Lockwood. "Look at him kindly, even if you can't speak." "Yes," whispered Dorothy, her twin. "He has almost as sorrowful a face as Lizzie's." "Gee! there's a pair of them," sighed Bobby, ecstatically.
He wagged an ingratiating tail at her approach. It was evident that in her hand the whip had no terrors for him. He crept fawning to her feet. She stooped over him, fondling his head. "Oh, poor boy! Poor boy!" she said. The dog's master came and stood beside her. "He'll be all right," he said, in a tone of half-surly apology. "I'm afraid Mike has bitten him," she said.
"It is mighty lucky it did not break in all along," Sam Hicks said, "for it would have left us without horses if it had; and it would have been mighty rough on us to have lost them, just as we are going to want them, after our taking such pains with them all through the winter." The chief took Hunting Dog's place as soon as he had finished his meal, and remained on watch all day.
It remained shrinking up against the door in a posture that denoted abject fear, its pretty head turned in the direction of Valentine, its eyes glaring, its teeth snapping at the air. The doctor looked at it and at Valentine. His pity for the dog's condition was held in check by a strange fascination of curiosity.
"O, Dotty, how can you think so," exclaimed Prudy, "when there's only one woman can be THAT!" "Who's she?" "Mother, of course!" When Dotty was called to supper, she was found beside Pincher's green grave, telling her "brother Zip" the story of that dog's death, and trying to impress upon his mind the importance of keeping his paws out of fox-traps.
He chose, in a poor quarter of the town, a lonely, small house of boards, overhung with some acacias. It was furnished in front with a sort of hutch opening, like that of a dog's kennel, but about as high as a table from the ground, in which the poor man that built it had formerly displayed some wares; and it was this which took the Master's fancy and possibly suggested his proceedings.
"I will take them for you if you will tell me where," said the old man, stroking the cat to quiet her, for she was an old friend of his that had lived with him in the tower for many years. "To Herr Sesemann's, the big house where there is a gold dog's head on the door, with a ring in its mouth," explained Heidi.
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