I made a dreadful noise when I was eating. Ever since Jenkins cut my
ears off, I had had trouble in breathing. The flaps had kept the wind
and dust from the inside of my ears. Now that they were gone my head was
stuffed up all the time. The cold weather made me worse, and sometimes I
had such trouble to get my breath that it seemed as if I would choke. If
I had opened my mouth, and breathed through it, as I have seen some
people doing, I would have been more comfortable, but dogs always like
to breathe through their noses.
"You have taken more cold," said Miss Laura, this night, as she put my
plate of food on the floor for me. "Finish your meat, and then come and
sit by the fire with me. What! do you want more?"
I gave a little bark, so she filled my plate for the second time. Miss
Laura never allowed any one to meddle with us when we were eating. One
day she found Willie teasing me by snatching at a bone that I was
gnawing. "Willie," she said, "what would you do if you were just sitting
down to the table feeling very hungry, and just as you began to eat your
meat and potatoes, I would come along and snatch the plate from you?"
"I don't know what I'd _do_" he said, laughingly; "but I'd _want_ to
wallop you.
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