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Manawatu Herald, Volume XLVIII, Issue 3728, 10 December 1927, Page 4

On a recent Sunday morning in a church not far from Christchurch, the preacher was about to begin his sermon when his faithful and devoted dog heard his voice. Until this moment the dog had been content to stay outside, but now, with a bark and a bound, he tore up the aisle and jumped about his master’s feet. A grinnisg choir-boy promptly took the offending animal by the collar and led him outside, he himself returning. Before he could reach his seat, however, the persistent dog rushed in again by another entrance, wagging his stumpy tail with pride and pleasure, and barking louder than ever. By this time the irrepressible smiles of the choir boys and girls—not to mention the adult congregation—had developed into laughter. But at length the dog was induced to lie on the doorstep and listen there to “His Master’s Voice.”