A Drunien Dog.

Wairarapa Daily Times, Volume X, Issue 3251, 9 July 1889, Page 2

A Drunien Dog.

Wo know it drunken dog, we regrot to say, a real drunken dog. He was employed in a whisky distillery ot some repute, not an illicit one, in the north ot Ireland, to guard the premises in case of thieves and burglars. Ho was a bull terrier of very promising exterior for such a purpose—we believe exterior is the proper term to use in describing the outward and visible signs of character. But when we saw him bo was a wreck, with only the shattered remains of this promising exterior visible.- He was lying on the hearth-rug before the office fire, blear-eyed, dilapidated, abandoned to vicious habits, with all the marks upon him of a dissipated scoundrel, thin, weak, unsteady in his gait when ho got up, tail nowhere to speak of, ears much the eamo, The causo of this melancholy backsliding was thus explained. Soon after be came to the distillery, then a sprightly dog, fully alive to the work of detecting the stealthy steps of thieves and burglars, bo felt thirsty. So he followed somn of the men up a sort of ladder or steep steps to an upper floor and there he saw ii bright liquid looking like water running over tho refrigerator; ho lapped, and waa a lost dog. It was pure spirit; ho liked it, and returned to it again and again. The sensation of getting drunk waß very agreeable to him; he went up tho steep steps -not the usual broadway to sin-drank to excess, became hopelessly drunk, canio down, ofton falling headlong, lay down liy the fire in a stupid condition until ho was sober, sleeping off his debauchery, and then again went up to get drunk as before, This was the evil life he was leading when we saw him. A more wretched, ill-conditioned, blackguard looking do? never was seen,— Exchange,