Then the gentleman thanked my mistress and she said: “Good bye, Sandy,” and I tried to get back to her, but the horses started off and I had to go too. First we went up a long hill where trolley cars ran and where wagons, horses and people were coming and going all the time. Then we drove on over a softer road, with less noise and so few houses that sometimes I had to look all around before I could see any, but at last the horses turned in through a gateway and stopped at a large white house. The little boy called, “Mamma, come and see the new dog!” and out on the stoop came a young lady with a baby in her arms, and she said: “Well! well! what a funny little black fellow!” but she said it with a laugh in her eyes so I knew she liked my looks and when the gentleman put me out on the stoop, I ran to her and she took me up and let the baby pull my curls. I was so glad to be liked, that I kissed them both ever so many times, until the lady laughed and said: “Here, my son, take this little kisser in and give him some dinner.” I was glad to hear that for I was very hungry. The next day the little boy said he meant to call me Dick, so his mother took my head between her hands and said: “Dear little doggie, your name is Dick now, so don’t forget that we mean you when you hear us say it.” I wagged my tail as hard as I could to tell her I would remember and I did so well that it wasn’t long before I forgot to expect to be called Sandy and grew to like Dick much better. I found I had come to live on a farm with cool green grass to run through, cats to chase, chickens to hunt and horses and cows to look out for. One day I was barking at a cow to make her go into the barn and she turned quickly and kicked me against the fence. It hurt me pretty badly and I was sick for several days. My new mistress gave me medicine, rubbed my sides and kept me in the house by her until I felt better. There was another dog at this house. He was a great St. Bernard called Brian and he used to play with me and scare me almost to death. His paws were so large that when he struck me in play he nearly knocked my breath away. There were seven people in this home, the little boy’s mother and father, baby sister, their grandfather and a little woman and a young man who did most of the work. My mistress used to talk to me and teach me how to do things. I soon learned to jump and speak and shake hands, to sit up, lie down, roll over and do other little similar tricks. When she went out with her horse, I would go too and sometimes when we were alone I would sit on the seat by her side. One day all were going for a drive and I was to stay at home, but after they were gone, I became so lonesome that I ran off after them and tried my best to catch them.