THE DOG AND THE FLEA.

Globe, Volume XXIII, Issue 2306, 25 August 1881, Page 3

THE DOG AND THE FLEA.

We watched a dog for two hours and a halt the other day. A flea had got on the end of his tail (the dog’s), and was staying there for all he was worth. It was a big flea, and it was scarcely possible to toll where the dog left off, and where the flea began. The dog tried to bite him off, but he wasn’t long enough in the reach. The tail was about as long as the dog, but didn’t wag that way. The dog looked at us solicitously with a sort of book agent expression, but we wanted to see the result and didn’t interfere.

Finally an idea struck the canine, and he started down the street. He evidently intended to take a trip round the block and see if he couldn’t beat his tail. When he arrived at the starting point again he was just the length of the dog in advance. This seemed to puzzle him, and he took a now tack.

Ho wont around the block again. This time backward. When he got back to ns the tail was still ahead. It may seem queer to speak of a tail as a-heed, but it is a fact. The flea began to dine, and the dog looked as if he would like to, too, and would swear off on beefsteaks if ho could only bait his hook with that flea.

Another idea hit the dog. Ho winked at us and walked slowly down to the railroad track. He laid his tail on the track and waited for a car to come along._ He was evidently excited, for he missed his deal and placed his body between the tracks. The car came along. The dog made believe he was asleep and winked again at another dog who had come up to see the fun.

Just as one of the horses trod on the dog and sent him to the happy land of Canine, the flea laughed, rolled off the track, and moved his boarding-house to the new dog. Affidavits on application.