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Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume XXIV, Issue 97, 7 April 1934, Page 7

If many more stories about the r«uwrkable intelligence shown by dogs come to be written, such tales will gain as bad a reputation as so-called “fish stories.” This is a story about a dog; unlike many fish stories, it is true. Iu WhTtianga there lives a farmer who sometimes. Aebels at having to arise at the unearthly hours to which dairy farmers have to accustom themse'vcs. It is not often (hat he “lies in,” but when he attempts it be is not suffered to enjoy his sleep for long, for in a little while he will feel something warm touching his face. Perhaps he will grunt and turn over; but it is of no avail, since his disturber is persistent. Again he will feel something warm, this time on the nearest portion of his head. Finally he will awaken, for he well knows that ho must. He knows that his dog will not lot him lie in. The warm touch is the dog’s tongue.