There was once an Englishman exceptionally* proud of his nationality. On one occasion he was holding forth : “ I was born an Englishman, I was bred an Englishman, and I hope to die an Englishman.” He had reached so far when a voice broke in: “ Hoots, mon, hae ye no ambition ? ” The remarkable sagacity of dogs is illustrated by a setter and a spaniel owned by a West Lyttelton resident. A Lyttelton police official occasionally borrows the dogs for shooting expeditions. He is the owner of an ordinary model Ford car, atld now, every time he passes through West Lyttelton, the dogs come down to the road and attempt to clamber on to the running board. .Although they are kept out of sight, but in the hearing of the main road, and although scores of Fords pass the locality daily, the dogs never make a mistake, and the official cannot pass in his car without having to contend with the dogs.
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Putaruru Press, Volume VI, Issue 223, 9 February 1928, Page 7
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