ILLUSTRATIONS

I Am an Open-Faced, Wire-Haired Fox-TerrierFrontispiece

FACING PAGE

“You Must Have a Drink First,” said Gringo Hospitably24

Beanie Was Quite Handsome Now100

The Lady Gay Cat148

In the House Next to Me Was a Fine Little Toy Spaniel Called Amarilla178

King Harry, the Best Specimen of a Bloodhound I Ever Saw216

“I Heard Six Yelps from That Imp Yeggie”268

Reddy O’Mare Came Trotting Round the Corner of the Barn310

BOOK ONE: MY LIFE IN THE CITY

I claim that we dogs are better friends to men than men are to themselves.... You, doubting man, say “No.”

Well then, give me offhand and quickly, the name of a single friend of yours who never criticises you, who lives for you only, labors for you, fights for you, would die for you, and all as a matter of course, and without thought of reward.... I note you are silent.... Well, I can name you a million dogs who, if they loved you, would live, labor, fight and die for you cheerfully and bravely, and without knowing or caring whether they were doing anything unusual or singular, or at all out of the ordinary.

BOY, The Wandering Dog.

THE WANDERING DOG BOOK ONE: MY LIFE IN THE CITY