Peter was lounging at home, with Polly on the table beside him and Wallaby hanging over the back of his chair. Suddenly the door burst open, and the most deplorably wet and muddy-looking dog in the world walked in. At first no one recognised the usually spruce and cock-sure Richard, but at last Peter exclaimed: “Hullo, here’s Richard!” “What a pickle!” sang Polly. “Oh my! What a nasty mess!” “Be quiet!” growled Richard. “Can’t you see I’ve had a fight?” “What I can see, my lad” said Peter, “is that you’re for a tub—quickly, too!” “Wow-wow-wow!" Richard the lion-heart was actually howling! Such a sight he was, and so sorry for himself that he quite forgot his little airs and graces. “Well, where have you been?” asked Peter. “And what have you been fighting to get into suCH a shocking state?” “Oh, my! What a dirty dog!” Polly kept up her chant, “Come on, Richard,” invited Peter. “A bath will soon put you right, old fellow!”

Nelson Evening Mail, Volume LXIV, 21 February 1931, Page 11

Peter was lounging at home, with Polly on the table beside him and Wallaby hanging over the back of his chair. Suddenly the door burst open, and the most deplorably wet and muddy-looking dog in the world walked in. At first no one recognised the usually spruce and cock-sure Richard, but at last Peter exclaimed: “Hullo, here’s Richard!” “What a pickle!” sang Polly. “Oh my! What a nasty mess!” “Be quiet!” growled Richard. “Can’t you see I’ve had a fight?” “What I can see, my lad” said Peter, “is that you’re for a tub—quickly, too!”

“Wow-wow-wow!" Richard the lion-heart was actually howling! Such a sight he was, and so sorry for himself that he quite forgot his little airs and graces. “Well, where have you been?” asked Peter. “And what have you been fighting to get into suCH a shocking state?” “Oh, my! What a dirty dog!” Polly kept up her chant, “Come on, Richard,” invited Peter. “A bath will soon put you right, old fellow!”