One day they tried to make me sit in a chair, and I got cross and bit
Mrs. Tibbett, and she beat me cruelly, and her servants stoned me away
from the house."
"Speaking about fools, Dandy," I said, "if it is polite to call a lady
one, I should say that that lady was one. Dogs shouldn't be put out of
their place. Why didn't she have some poor children at her table, and in
her carriage, and let the dogs run behind?"
"Easy to see you don't know New York," said Dandy, with a laugh. "Poor
children don't live with rich, old ladies. Mrs. Tibbett hated children,
anyway. Then dogs like poodles would get lost in the mud, or killed in
the crowd if they ran behind a carriage. Only knowing dogs like me can
make their way about." I rather doubted this speech; but I said nothing,
and he went on, patronizingly: "However, Joe, thou hast reason, as the
French say. Mrs. Judge Tibbett 'didn't' give her dogs exercise
enough. Their claws were as long as Chinamen's nails, and the hair grew
over their pads, and they had red eyes and were always sick, and she had
to dose them with medicine, and call them her poor, little,
'weeny-teeny, sicky-wicky doggies.
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