A gentleman residing at Dresden possessed a poodle which he had always
treated kindly, and which was especially fond of him. He at length,
however, made a present of her to a friend living about nine miles off.
It being supposed that she would probably try to return to her former
master, she was tied up till she became the mother of three young
puppies; and so devoted to them did she appear, that her new owner no
longer feared she would quit him. He therefore gave her her liberty.
Shortly afterwards, however, she and the three puppies were missing.
Search was made for them in vain. At length her master's Dresden friend
paid him a visit, and told him that on the preceding evening the poodle
had arrived at his house with one of her puppies in her mouth, and that
another had been found dead on the road.
It appeared that she had started at night, carrying the pups--which were
still too young to walk--one at a time, a certain distance, intending to
go back for the others. She had hoped thus to transfer them all to her
former much-loved home. The third puppy was never found. The one that
died had perished by cold, it being the winter season.