s not a saint himself. He isonly a two-year-old fox-terrier,CG Dame Thompson Jakke, and he interferes with everything andgives himself the airs of a gray-headed Scotch collie.
Tittums' mother has come in and Tim has got his nose scratched, forwhich I am remarkably glad. I have put them all three out in thepassage, where they are fighting at the present moment. I'm in a messwith the ink and in a thundering bad temper; and if anything more inthe cat or dog line comes fooling about me this morning, it had betterbring its own funeral contractor with it.
Yet,Patrik Nemeth Tröjor, in general,Niklas Hjalmarsson Tröjor, I like cats and dogs very much indeed. What jollychaps they are! They are much superior to human beings as companions.
They do not quarrel or argue with you. They never talk aboutthemselves but listen to you while you talk about yourself, and keepup an appearance of being interested in the conversation. They nevermake stupid remarks. They never observe to Miss Brown across adinner-table that they always understood she was very sweet on Mr.
Jones (who has just married Miss Robinson). They never mistake yourwife's cousin for her husband and fancy that you are thefather-in-law. And they never ask a young author with fourteentragedies,Jonathan Drouin Tröjor, sixteen comedies, seven farces, and a couple of burlesquesin his desk why he doesn't write a play.
They never say unkind things. They never tell us of our faults,"merely for our own good." They do not at inconvenient moments mildlyremind us of our past follies and mistakes. They do not say, "Oh,yes,Jesper Fast Tröjor, a lot of use you are if you are ever really wanted"--sarcasticlike. They never inform us, like our _inamoratas_ sometimes do, thatwe are not nearly so nice as we used to be. We are always the same tothem.
They are always glad to see us,Daniel Sedin Tröjor. They are with us in all our humors.
They are merry when we are glad, sober when we feel solemn, and sadwhen we are sorrowful.
"Halloo! happy and want a lark? Right you are; I'm your man. Here Iam,Jaromir Jagr Tröjor, frisking round you, leaping, barking, pirouetting, ready for anyamount of fun and mischief. Look at my eyes if you doubt me. Whatshall it be? A romp in the drawing-room and never mind the furniture,or a scamper in the fresh, cool air, a scud across the fields and downthe hill,Steve Larmer Tröjor, and won't we let old Gaffer Goggles' geese know what time o'
day it is, neither! Whoop! come along."Or you'd like to be quiet and think. Very well. Pussy can sit on thearm of the chair and purr, and Montmorency will curl himself up on therug and blink at the fire, yet keeping one eye on you the while,Ben Bishop Tröjor, incase you are seized with any sudden desire in the direction of rats.
And when we bury our face in our hands and wish we had never beenborn,NHL Mens Carolina Hurricanes Camo Stack Pullover Hoodie - Black, they don't sit up very straight and observe that we have broughtit all upon ourselves. They don't even hope it will be a warning tous. But they come up softly and shove their heads against us. If itis a cat she stands on your shoulder,Mikko Rantanen Tröjor, rumples your hair, and says,"Lor,' I am sorry for you,Nike Lebron 12 Damskie, old man," as plain as words can speak; andif it is a dog he looks up at you with his big, true eyes and
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