Rensselaer Semi-Weekly Republican, Volume 41, Number 47, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 26 February 1909 — The Season of Canine Love [ARTICLE]

The Season of Canine Love

Along with the first indications of spring comes the dog nuisance and a dog-on nuisance it is too. The owner of a dog of the feminine gender is apt to have his wife mad at him for the remainder of the season if he don’t take some steps to keep his doveeyed canine in quarantine. A man was in the Republican office today thp.t related how he paid a $2 william to the assessor the first of last March for the privilege of having his baby’s pet about the house. In less thaii two weeks the same little dog held a party that started on Monday afternoon and lasted without Intermission until Thursday night The fellow’s neighbors wouldn’t speak to him and there was blood in the eye of a woman who lived across the street. The fellow held an argument with himself. “The dog is mine and I have paid the taxes on her,” he contended, “and that is a lot more than a numbed of the owners of the visiting delegation have done.” “Yes,” he answered himself, “but my dog got up the party and before I get mad at all my neighbors and get them all mad at me, by jinks, I’ll kill the dog." He framed up a little easy story to tell the children, ducked Mrs. Dog under his arm and went toward the bridge over the river. Before he got there his heart failed him, but he met a young man that looked capable of doing the deed and in need of a half a dollar and they soon struck a bargain. After going home he scrubbed the dog blood off the back porch and confessed to his wife. There was more happiness in that family than there had been for a week. It takes a man to kill his own dog, or to have it done, and it takes a mighty good disposition to forgive a neighbor that beat him to it If your dog fs alive next Monday morning you are obliged to tell the assessor when he calls on you. You had better talk the matter over and decide with your conscience the advisability of keeping your dog over Sunday. There are too many dogs and too few chains. WANTED —A ton of clover hay. Geo. H. Healey, phone 18 or I^3.