Uncle Dick and Lisa's Old Time Animal Tales

A gentleman at the hotel in Naugatuck, Coon., had a small dog. Its master had but to speak, and whatever evolutions he suggested the creature would go through. Following a series of tricks and antics, the gentleman says, “Its prayer time, say your prayers.” The little brute sprang into a large chair, put his fore paws upon the arm, laid his head between them and assumed a sanctimonious squint, rolling up his eyes most ludicrously. Then attempts were made to call him away from his devotion. He was coaxed, commanded, enticed with choice tid-bits of juicy steak, but to no avail. He was deaf to surroundings. At last his master said “Amend!” and the dog jumped down and looked around to see if “meeting was out.”