Why, I don't believe there wuz another dog in America, either the
upper or lower continent, that had more lovin', anxus,
intelligent, devoted attention than that dog had, day and night,
from Miss Flamm. She took 2 dog papers, so they say, to get the
latest information on the subject; she compared notes with other
dog wimmen, I don't say it in a runnin' way at all. I mean
wimmen who have gin their hull minds to dog, havin', some on 'em,
renounced husbands, and mothers, and children for dog sake.

You know there are sich wimmen, and Miss Flamm read up and
studied with constant and absorbed attention all the latest
things on dog. Their habits, their diet, their baths, their
robes, their ribbons, and bells, and collars, their barks --
nothin' escaped her; she put the best things she learned into
practice, and studied out new ones for herself. She said she had
reduced the subject to a science, and she boasted proudly that
her dog, the last one she had, went ahead of any dog in the
country. And I don't know but it did. I knew it had a good
healthy bark. A loud strong bark that must have made it bad for
her in the night. It always slept with her, for she didn't dast
to trust it out of her sight nights. It had had some spells in
the night, kinder chills, or spuzzums like, and she didn't dast
to be away from it for a minute.

She wouldn't let the wet nurse tech it, for her youngest child,
little G. Washington Flamm, Jr., wuzn't very healthy, and Miss
Flamm thought that mebby the dog might ketch his weakness if the
nurse handled it right after she had been nursin' the baby. And
then she objected to the nurse, so I hearn, on account of her