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So you want to hear some more of my story, do you? Very well. It’s a very good day to sit here by the fire and tell stories, because it is raining hard and there isn’t much a dog can do in the City on a rainy day. For my part I think cities are rather stupid places, anyway. Of course, on bright days, there’s the Park and the Avenue, and I like those very much. But it’s a bother always having to be on a . When I see a dog on the other side of the street whom I am quite sure I should like to know, all I can do is just say “Hello!” In the country I could over to him and make friends and, like as not, we’d go off on a nice long hunt in the woods. There’s lots to see in the City, but it is noisy and crowded and at first it made me quite nervous. I’m getting used to it now. I do think it’s a mistake to have so little yard about the house, though, especially when it is paved with stone and brick. Even the stable floor is stone and I’m sure there are some fine fat rats under it if I could only get at them. Why, I haven’t had but one good dig since I got here! And that was that day in the Park when the big Policeman came running over, waving a funny short stick at us, and said he would have us both taken to jail if I didn’t stop digging.
 
Yes, I do miss the digging. The other day I made believe I smelled a fox in the corner of the back hall and was scratching away at the boards and having a real good time when Cook came and drove me away. I forgave her, though, for she gave me a chicken leg to eat. I do have good things to eat here; better than I used to in the country; more different kinds of things, anyway. And a dog likes variety as well as you Two-Legged Folks do. I don’t want you to think I am at all unhappy here, for I am not. If only there was a garden bed to dig in now and then I wouldn’t ask for more. And, anyhow, what a dog wants most is love and kindness, and I get lots of that. I guess I don’t care about the flower bed. Excuse me just a moment while I lick your face.
 
Well, I left off where the Family had gone to the City, didn’t I? We dogs had a good deal of fun in that snow. It was the first snow I had ever seen and I had a fine time running around in it and biting it. Freya said it made her paws cold and she sat in the stable door and just looked at it and shivered until I chased her out and rolled her over in it. After that she didn’t mind it a bit. William made snowballs and threw them for us to chase. It was great fun for they went into the snow, quite out of sight, and we had to down and dig them out. And then when we tried to take them in our teeth to bring them back to William they would fall to pieces!
 
After that there was no more snow for quite a long time and we hunted a good deal. used to come over and he and Father, and sometimes the rest of us, would go off into the woods and stay for hours. Sometimes Jack would see a pheasant or a and get awfully excited and run and run after it and get so tired that when he came back he would have to throw himself down and rest. Usually, though, we never saw much except and squirrels; but one day Jack found a rabbit in a of bushes and we all had a merry time chasing him. Of course the rest of us, with our short legs, couldn’t keep up with Jack and he and the rabbit were soon way ahead of us. And when we came up to him he was sitting by a hole in the ground where the rabbit had gone.
 
Freya and I began to dig at a great rate and just made the dirt fly. Mother wanted to stop us, but Father said “No, let them have their fun.” Freya kept getting in my way, so I had to nip her on the leg and chase her away. Pretty soon all you could see of me was just the tip of my tail sticking out of the hole. And just then I heard a lot of barking and when I had backed out all the others were tearing across the field after that rabbit! He had crept out of a hole on the other side of the little hill where he lived and run off again. I felt rather silly. The others came back pretty soon without the rabbit. Mother said that rabbits lived in houses with a great many doors, and when you went in one door they came out another. I don’t think that’s a fair way to play, do you? Afterwards, though, I was glad we hadn’t caught the rabbit, for he was such a tiny, pretty little thing that it would have been a shame to hurt him.
 
The weather got colder and colder and there was more snow. We didn’t mind the cold, though, for our coats had been growing thicker and warmer since summer, and our house was nice and . One day Mother took Freya and me down to the pond and when we got there it l............