surrounded by the affable Little Wanderobo Dog.
[Photograph: Being Posed for a Post Mortem Picture] [Photograph: By courtesy of W.D.Boyce.

The Triumvirate] [Drawing: _The Three Comrades_] It is little wonder that friendship soon ripened into love, and that we all became speedily and irrevocably attached to the little swamp angel.
His presence in any gathering was like a benediction of good cheer, and when his tail was in full swing he looked like a golden jubilee.

As I say, it was no wonder we liked him, and I think I may also say, without flattering ourselves, that the sentiment was reciprocated.

I don't believe the joy he showed at all times could have been assumed.

It must have been pure joy, without alloy.
His table manners were above reproach.