And the man took advantage of his nearness to study him some more, lighting his pipe and running over the dog's excellent lines.
"Some dog, some points," he said aloud approvingly.

"Say, dog, you could pull down ribbons like a candy-kid in any bench show anywheres.

Only thing against you is that ear, and I could almost iron it out myself.

A vet.

could do it." Carelessly he dropped a hand to Michael's ear, and, with tips of fingers instinct with sensuous sympathy, began to manipulate the base of the ear where its roots bedded in the tightness of skin-stretch over the skull.
And Michael liked it.