Another favorite meeting-place of the dogs is back of Mr. Brown's barn. Here the older ones make laws, and decide upon the management of the town, while the youngsters play tag upon the smooth meadows.
I have often watched them through my telescope, while they deliberated; and their seriousness and dignity are most laughable, and at the same time, respectful.
I think that men could get many points for their political meetings from the dogs.
The worst punishment that is ever resorted to by these law-makers, is to cast a dog out of town, and allow no one to speak to him, or have anything to do with him.
This is very seldom done. I can remember of but one case, and in that instance the dog died of a broken heart.
