“It’s mine,” said a Welsh terrier angrily.
I burst out laughing. “Fight him if you like. You’ll fight me after.”
They stared at me, and the Dachshund threw me a grateful glance.
“This is a free country for dogs as well as men,” I said. “Let him talk. Don’t listen, if you don’t like what he says.”
“Are you a pro-German?” enquired an English bulldog furiously.
“If you are, I’ll chew you up,” an Irish terrier seconded him.
In reality, I am a dog that is for the Allies, but I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of telling them.
“Gentlemen dogs,” I said, “I’m not talking about who I’m for, or who I’m against——”
“You should say ‘whom,’” interjected an English setter who was a great purist as regards dog language.