They thought, more than once, of sending him away to boarding kennels or to some friend, for a month or two; to remove him from the surroundings which made him so wretched.

Oddly enough, his heartbreak struck neither of them as absurd.
They had made a long study of collie nature in all its million queer and half-human phases.

They knew, too, that a grieving dog is upheld by none of the supports of Faith nor of Philosophy; and that he lacks the wisdom which teaches the wondrous anaesthetic powers of Time.

A sorrowing dog sorrows without hope.
Nor did Lad's misery seem ridiculous to the Place's many kindly neighbors; with whom the great dog was a favorite and who were righteously indignant over the killing of Lady.
Then in a single minute came the cure.
On Labor Day afternoon, the finals in a local tennis tournament were to be played at the mile distant country club.

The Mistress and the Master went across to the tournament; taking Lad along.