Sometimes he had bread or crackers in milk.
"As he grew older, I gave him brown bread and corn cake, and once in a
while I let him have a beef bone to play with. He liked that very much,
and he did not object to being tied up sometimes, if he had a bone to
gnaw."
"Did you keep him chained?" asked Uncle Frank.
"Oh, no!" said Edward. "He soon learned not to run away, and now I never
chain him. Even when he was tied up, he had room to run about. I
stretched a long wire across a corner of the yard, and on the wire was a
large iron ring. When the dog's light chain was slipped through the
ring, he could run back and forth for twenty feet, and could lie in the
sun or shade as he liked."
"Where does he sleep?" asked Edward's uncle.
"He has a large, clean kennel," said the boy, stooping to pat the dog's
silky head. "I wash the whole kennel every week. His bed is made of pine
shavings, and in cold weather I put in a pile of them, so that he can
have a blanket as well as a bed. The kennel is raised on blocks, so that
it will not be damp, and there is a platform in front of it for hot
nights. When it is chilly, I hang a piece of old carpet over the door,
and on very cold nights he sleeps on his own rug in the laundry.
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