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Star (Christchurch), Issue 18585, 10 October 1928, Page 7

In the casualty ward of the Western Suburbs District Hospital, Sydney, some weeks ago, the doctor on night duty found a little fox terrier sitting on the floor and whining as he held up a broken, bleeding paw for the doctor’s examination. Apparently he had been run over by a car passing along the Liverpool Road, and had struggled into the hospital, which faces that road. He sat patientlv while the doctor dressed and applied splints and bandages to his, paw, and then the kind-hearted' doctor gave him into the care of a nurse, and admitted him to the hospital. “Petef,” he has been dubbed by the staff, and patients all ask after their doggie fellow. The nurses describe Peter as a “dear,” and say he’s convalescent now, for he no longer needs his splints and bandages, and trots busily about—the hospital’s permanent patient. - i ~~ I