out upon it for a good nap. He had no further care, of course. When the
mail-bag was taken out, Owney went, too.

Owney was not a handsome dog, but he knew how to make friends. He was
welcome wherever he went, and he often came back to Albany cohered with
checks and medals to show how far he had traveled and in what esteem he
was held.

His intelligence was very wonderful. Many times a tired postal clerk who
had fallen asleep, forgetful of the stations, was wakened by Owney's
barking. The dog had a fine saver collar of which he was very proud. One
day a clerk had slipped it off to examine the medals which were hung on
it and in the hurry of extra work it was laid down and forgotten. Owney
was too wise to leave his collar behind him, so putting his nose through
it and rubbing his head against a post, he slipped it on for himself.
After this he was often made to put on his collar to amuse his visitors.

[Illustration: OWNEY, photographed by Edward Chickering. Dog bedecked
with ribbons and medals.]

Owney died a few years ago, to the grief of the largest circle of
friends a dog ever had. In nearly every large city of the United States
he was known and missed, and many years will go by before he is
forgotten.

HOW TO TAKE CARE OF DOGS. William and Edward were two boys who lived in
the same village. They were cousins, and they had a kind uncle who was
always trying to give them pleasure.

One day he gave to each of the boys a puppy. These puppies were so