Flies awful.

Thought they'd eat me up, or else I'd shake out brains trying to get rid of them.
Mother should have stayed home and licked my ears, but was cruising about neighborhood.

Finally coachman put me in dark place; powdered ears, and they got well." "Why didn't they cut your tail, too ?" I said, looking at his long, slim tail, which was like a sewer rat's.
"'Twasn't the fashion, Mr.Wayback; a bull-terrier's ears are clipped to keep them from getting torn while fighting." "You're not a fighting dog," I said.
"Not I.Too much trouble.

I believe in taking things easy." "I should think you did," I said, scornfully.

"You never put yourself out for any one, I notice; but, speaking of cropping ears, what do you think of it ?" "Well," he said, with a sly glance at my head, "it isn't a pleasant operation; but one might well be out of the world as out of the fashion.
I don't care, now my ears are done." "But," I said, "think of the poor dogs that will come after you." "What difference does that make to me ?" he said.