After all, he was not such a bad dog.
There was nothing really vicious about him, and I hate to speak of his end.

His master's yacht did not come, and soon the summer was over, and the winter was coming, and no one wanted Dandy, for he had such a bad name.

He got hungry and cold, and one day sprang upon a little girl, to take away a piece of bread and butter that she was eating.

He did not see the large house-dog on the door sill, and before he could get away, the dog had seized him, and bitten and shaken him till he was nearly dead.

When the dog threw him aside, he crawled to the Morrises, and Miss Laura bandaged his wounds, and made him a bed in the stable.
One Sunday morning she washed and fed him very tenderly, for she knew he could not live much longer.