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Show A CINCINNATI DOG STORY. Captain James S. Wise has a little black and tan that for dog sagacity is a marvel. She wandered into the Captain's pleasant home on George street a few years ago and was then a homeless tramp. Where she came from nobody knows. She wandered in on three legs, the lower half of one of them having been severed - how severed is no better known than is the place whence she came. A square meal made the little crippled black and tan feel at home and she was soon afterward christened Fannie. Her wonderful sagacity straightway developed. She can do almost everything but read, write or talk. If the Captain tells her in the morning to go upstairs and wake some member of his family, mentioning the name of the person he wish awakened, Fannie obeys, and never makes a mistake. She always goes in the right room, jumps on the bed, and pulls off the bedspreads and comforts and will not desist in her efforts till the sleeper awakens and arises. Until recently Captain Wise had a little poodle for which Fannie cherished a great antipathy. One evening Fannie was enjoying her supper, when the poodle insisted on sharing the meat with her. The result was a growl, a snap, and the fangs of Fannie were fastened in one of the poodle's legs. The poodle's ki yi brought the family to the rescue. All attempts to induce the black and tan to let go were of no avail, until Mrs. Wise seized the irate little brute by the throat and squeezed. She was then obliged to unfasten her teeth from the poodle to breathe. And now comes the queer part of the adventure - a part where a dog showed the same disposition to hold a grudge as an elephant is credited with possessing. Fannie was very much incensed at her mistress and during the whole evening could not be induced to go near her, though she had always before shown a great deal of attachment for her. The next evening, twenty-four hours later, a company of gentlemen had gathered at the residence of Captain Wise, and were seated in the parlor, the writer among them. A lunch was served, during which Mrs. Wise proffered Fannie a piece of cake. The resentful little creature was very near Mrs. Wise at this time, but she instantly tossed her head, as much as to say, "I don't want your cake," moved over to another part of the parlor, where the writer, supplied with precisely the same kind of cake slice, and where Fannie was offered what she had refused from her mistress, she immediately accepted the cake and greedily devoured it. It was several days before she would forgive Mrs. Wise for taking sides with the poodle and be friends with her again. - Cincinnati Inquirer. |