| I Am an Open-Faced, Wire-Haired Fox-Terrier | Frontispiece | | FACING PAGE | | “You Must Have a Drink First,” said Gringo Hospitably | 24 | | Beanie Was Quite Handsome Now | 100 | | The Lady Gay Cat | 148 | | In the House Next to Me Was a Fine Little Toy Spaniel Called Amarilla | 178 | | King Harry, the Best Specimen of a Bloodhound I Ever Saw | 216 | | “I Heard Six Yelps from That Imp Yeggie” | 268 | | Reddy O’Mare Came Trotting Round the Corner of the Barn | 310 |
BOOK ONE: MY LIFE IN THE CITY
I claim that we dogs are better friends to men than men are to themselves.... You, doubting man, say “No.” Well then, give me offhand and quickly, the name of a single friend of yours who never criticises you, who lives for you only, labors for you, fights for you, would die for you, and all as a matter of course, and without thought of reward.... I note you are silent.... Well, I can name you a million dogs who, if they loved you, would live, labor, fight and die for you cheerfully and bravely, and without knowing or caring whether they were doing anything unusual or singular, or at all out of the ordinary. BOY, The Wandering Dog.
THE WANDERING DOG
BOOK ONE: MY LIFE IN THE CITY
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