When I get as far as the
gate, he says, "Go back!" I sit down and watch him till he is out of
sight.
Then there comes the milkman. I know him well; for he comes every
morning and fills the can, and I watch it until it is taken in. Perhaps,
when the door is open, a bone is thrown out to me. I hide it, quickly;
for I see another dog coming. He is a friend of mine. He comes quite
often to see me. We take a run around the house, and have a quiet talk
together; then he takes himself off.
By that time I hear a team coming. I run to see if it is coming to the
house. It is a man with a load of coal. I lie down and watch him.
Perhaps I take a nap; but I sleep with one eye open; and if it is warm,
and the flies trouble me, I have to switch my tail to keep them off.
Toward night, I station myself at the gate to watch for my master. I run
to meet him. He pats me on the head, and says, "Good Bouncer!" I jump up
and wag my tail, and try to let him know how glad I am to see him.
I hope you will be pleased with these extracts from the diary of
BOUNCER.
[Illustration]
THE BUTTERFLY.
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