A DOG THAT WAS CHURNED.

Globe, Volume III, Issue 251, 1 April 1875, Page 3

A DOG THAT WAS CHURNED.

(New York Tribune.) Down in Berks County, Pennsylvania, lately, a good Dutch housewife, churning on the greensward in front of the house, went away for a moment, imprudently leaving off the lid. At that moment the poodle dog, Ponto, happened to come along, and jumping upon the top of the churn, took an observation of the tempting contents. To smell was to taste; to taste was to devour; to devour was to diminish the quantity in the vessel; until, in his eagerness for just a little more, plump went Ponto down into the churn, there to feed and to flounder in the butter milk. Alas! when the good dame came back she put on the lid without delay, and began to turn the crank. The most incredulous believer may well believe that things were made lively for that poor poodle Ponto. It is probable that he acquired a great distaste for butter during the fifteen minutes' churning to which he was subjected. At the expiration of that time the woman inserted her hand and pulled out—Heavens! What a lump of butter! But did butter ever " squirm" in anybody's hand before? It was a mystery; it was a miracle, it was a sign and a token; and Betz ran off to tell her husband that the butter lump was alive. He, too, came, and having examined, remarked: "Mine gracious, Mine Betz, sis forhoftlch unsa clay hundly Ponto!" We don't know what that meant; perhaps Ponto, being a Dutch dog, did.