Uncle Dick and Lisa's Old Time Animal Tales

Mr. F. Vercelli owns a dog that has been badly demoralized by his associations with men.
The animal is a black and tan, and looks like a cross between a terrier and a spaniel. From an early age the animal showed a marvelous inclination to copy what was vicious in man. It does not seem that he ever smoked; perhaps it was because the formation of his mouth forbade the luxury. Chewing tobacco has ever been his especial vanity. He will go any length to procure his favorite stimulant; even cigar stumps and second hand quids off the sidewalk do not come amiss. In fact, they are his chief resource. He kept up the practice so long that if he fails to find tobacco to satisfy his cravings, he falls into fits.
His dissipation is not confined to tobacco, but he exhibits a remarkable fondness for alcoholic stimulants. He will lap up a bowlful of wine at a sitting. Even brandy is not too fiery, and he will drink it, provided it is sufficiently diluted, until he is drunk. Coffee, with cognac, is another of his weaknesses, and he will fold his paws lovingly around a cup of it until the last drop is drained. His master having recently complied with the common council’s ordinance and muzzled him, the poor animal rejected all kinds of food, even bones, and tried to starve himself because he could not get his accustomed tobacco.