A _Dog_ Invited to Supper.
A Gentleman Invited a Friend to Supper with him, and the _Gentleman’s
Dog_ was so well Bred as to Invite the _Friend’s Dog_ to come for
Company. The _Dog_ came at his Hour, and into the Kitchin he went, to
see what Good Cheer was toward: But as he was there, Wagging his Tayl,
and Licking his Lips, at the thought of what a Meal he was like to make
on’t, the Roguy Cook got Slyly behind him, and Spoil’d the Jest. He took
him up by the Tayl at Unawares, and after a Turn or Two in the Air, flung
him out of the Window. So soon as ever the Poor Devil had Recover’d the
Squelch, away he Scampers, Bawling like Mad, with I know not how many
Prick-Ear’d Curs at the Heels of him, to know how he lik’d his Welcome.
Why truly, says he, they have given me as much Drink as my Skin will
hold; and it has made me so Light-Headed, I could not find the Right Way
out of the House again.
The MORAL.
Love Me, Love my Dog, _says the old Proverb, and there’s somewhat of Good
Manners, as well as of Good Nature in’t; for there are certain Decencies
of Respect due to the Servant for the Master’s sake_.