This funny little fluffy snowball comes from far-away Mexico, where,
once upon a time, they used to eat dogs, nicely baked. They were
considered “a dainty dish to set before a king;” but they were big,
savage, voiceless brutes, not at all like the pretty mite I have drawn
for you. He can make noise enough, and, if he were alive, would fly at
you, and fancy that you were very frightened. I wonder why it is only
small dogs that are noisy. Your big black fellow, with a head like a
bear, gives a solemn deep-toned growl, but a mite that would go in your
pocket can be heard all over the house. Well, after all, they are only
like children, and like to make a disturbance, I suppose.
[Illustration: MEXICAN LAP-DOG.]