Dogs love variety and excitement, and like to see what is going on out-doors as well as human beings.

A carriage drove up to the door, and a finely-dressed lady got out and came up the steps.
Mrs.Morris seemed glad to see her, and called her Mrs.Montague.I was pleased with her, for she had some kind of perfume about her that I liked to smell.

So I went and sat on the hearth rug quite near her.
They had a little talk about things I did not understand and then the lady's eyes fell on me.

She looked at me through a bit of glass that was hanging by a chain from her neck, and pulled away her beautiful dress lest I should touch it.
I did not care any longer for the perfume, and went away and sat very straight and stiff at Mrs.Morris' feet.

The lady's eyes still followed me.
"I beg your pardon, Mrs.Morris," she said; "but that is a very queer-looking dog you have there." "Yes," said Mrs.Morris, quietly; "he is not a handsome dog." "And he is a new one, isn't he ?" said Mrs.Montague.
"Yes." "And that makes--" "Two dogs, a cat, fifteen or twenty rabbits, a rat, about a dozen canaries, and two dozen goldfish, I don't know how many pigeons, a few bantams, a guinea pig, and--well, I don't think there is anything more." They both laughed, and Mrs.Montague said: "You have quite a menagerie.
My father would never allow one of his children to keep a pet animal.