He said that he would make things fly. When he was growing, he
hardly ever got enough to eat. I used to tell him that he would kill
himself if he could eat all he wanted to.
As soon as meals were over, Billy and I scampered after Miss Laura to
the kitchen. We each had our own plate for food. Mary the cook often
laughed at Miss Laura, because she would not let her dogs "dish"
together. Miss Laura said that if she did, the larger one would get more
than his share, and the little one would starve.
It was quite a sight to see Billy eat. He spread his legs apart to
steady himself, and gobbled at his food like a duck. When he finished he
always looked up for more, and Miss Laura would shake her head and say
"No, Billy; better longing than loathing. I believe that a great many
little dogs are killed by over feeding."
I often heard the Morrises speak of the foolish way in which some people
stuffed their pets with food, and either kill them by it or keep them in
continual ill health. A case occurred in our neighborhood while Billy
was a puppy. Some people, called Dobson, who lived only a few doors from
the Morrises, had a fine bay mare and a little colt called Sam.
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