"That's Dot! my little Dot!" cried the lady, and at the sound of her voice the wandering terrier jumped up, and seemed as though it would go mad ere one of the assistants could loosen its chain. Dot went away again with its mistress.
THE KENNELS.
It is needless to say—to put it kindly—that wrongful appropriators of dogs occasionally pay a visit to Battersea, and a capital story is told of one of these gentry who had seen a kind-hearted policeman taking in a lost pug that same morning.
"Good mornin', sir," said this worthy, entering the office; "I've lost my dawg, and if you don't mind, I should feel mich obliged if yer'd let me 'ave a look round the 'ome?"
"What sort of a dog was it?" asked the secretary, coming in at that moment, and recognising the man as a well-known dog stealer. "When did you lose it?"
"This mornin', sir. An' it's a pug, with a collar and studs and a blue ribbin round its neck."
"Quite right—we had such a dog come in this morning," the secretary said. "Just wait a moment—sit down."
Our friend from Whitechapel did, evidently much pleased with his tactics.
In a few moments he was invited to step into the yard, where some four or five pugs were held in check by a keeper.