As I lift my eyes from the paper, I observe a dog lying on the steps of the opposite house.  His attitude might induce passers-by and casual observers to believe him to belong to the people who live there, and to accord to him a certain standing position.  I have seen visitors pat him, under the impression that they were doing an act of courtesy to his master, he lending himself to the fraud by hypocritical contortions of the body.  But his attitude is one of deceit and simulation.  He has neither master nor habitation.  He is a very Pariah and outcast; in brief, “A Boys’ Dog.”

There is a degree of hopeless and irreclaimable vagabondage expressed in this epithet, which may not be generally understood.  Only those who are familiar with the roving nature and predatory instincts of boys in large cities will appreciate its strength.  It is the lowest step in the social scale to which a respectable canine can descend.  A blind man’s dog, or the companion of a knife-grinder, is comparatively elevated.  He at least owes allegiance to but one master.  But the Boys’ Dog is the thrall of an entire juvenile community, obedient to the beck and call of the smallest imp in the neighborhood, attached to and serving not the individual boy so much as the boy element and principle.  In their active sports, in small thefts, raids into back-yards, window-breaking, and other minor juvenile recreations, he is a full participant.  In this way he is the reflection of the wickedness of many masters, without possessing the virtues or peculiarities of any particular one.

If leading a “dog’s life” be considered a peculiar phase of human misery, the life of a Boys’ Dog is still more infelicitous.  He is associated in all schemes of wrong-doing, and unless he be a dog of experience is always the scapegoat.  He never shares the booty of his associates.  In absence of legitimate amusement, he is considered fair game for his companions; and I have seen him reduced to the ignominy of having a tin kettle tied to his tail.  His ears and tail have generally been docked to suit the caprice of the unholy band of which he is a member; and if he has any spunk, he is invariably pitted against larger dogs in mortal combat.  He is poorly fed and hourly abused; the reputation of his associates debars him from outside sympathies; and once a Boys’ Dog, he cannot change his condition.  He is not unfrequently sold into slavery by his inhuman companions.  I remember once to have been accosted on my own doorsteps by a couple of precocious youths, who offered to sell me a dog which they were then leading by a rope.  The price was extremely moderate, being, if I remember rightly, but fifty cents.  Imagining the unfortunate animal to have lately fallen into their wicked hands, and anxious to reclaim him from the degradation of becoming a Boys’ Dog, I was about to conclude the bargain, when I saw a look of intelligence pass between the dog and his two masters.  I promptly stopped all negotiation, and drove the youthful swindlers and their four-footed accomplice from my presence.  The whole thing was perfectly plain.  The dog was an old, experienced, and hardened Boys’ Dog, and I was perfectly satisfied that he would run away and rejoin his old companions at the first opportunity.  This I afterwards learned he did, on the occasion of a kind-hearted but unsophisticated neighbor buying him; and a few days ago I saw him exposed for sale by those two Arcadians, in another neighborhood, having been bought and paid for half a dozen times in this.

But, it will be asked, if the life of a Boys’ Dog is so unhappy, why do they enter upon such an unenviable situation, and why do they not dissolve the partnership when it becomes unpleasant?  I will confess that I have been often puzzled by this question.  For some time I could not make up my mind whether their unholy alliance was the result of the influence of the dog on the boy, or vice versa, and which was the weakest and most impressible nature.  I am satisfied now that, at first, the dog is undoubtedly influenced by the boy, and, as it were, is led, while yet a puppy, from the paths of canine rectitude by artful and designing boys.  As he grows older and more experienced in the ways of his Bohemian friends, he becomes a willing decoy, and takes delight in leading boyish innocence astray, in beguiling children to play truant, and thus revenges his own degradation on the boy nature generally.  It is in this relation, and in regard to certain unhallowed practices I have detected him in, that I deem it proper to expose to parents and guardians the danger to which their offspring is exposed by the Boys’ Dog.

The Boys’ Dog lays his plans artfully.  He begins to influence the youthful mind by suggestions of unrestrained freedom and frolic which he offers in his own person.  He will lie in wait at the garden gate for a very small boy, and endeavor to lure him outside its sacred precincts, by gambolling and jumping a little beyond the inclosure.  He will set off on an imaginary chase and run around the block in a perfectly frantic manner, and then return, breathless, to his former position, with a look as of one who would say, “There, you see how perfectly easy it’s done!” Should the unhappy infant find it difficult to resist the effect which this glimpse of the area of freedom produces, and step beyond the gate, from that moment he is utterly demoralized.  The Boys’ Dog owns him body and soul.  Straightway he is led by the deceitful brute into the unhallowed circle of his Bohemian masters.  Sometimes the unfortunate boy, if he be very small, turns up eventually at the station-house as a lost child.  Whenever I meet a stray boy in the street looking utterly bewildered and astonished, I generally find a Boys’ Dog lurking on the corner.  When I read the advertisements of lost children, I always add mentally to the description, “was last seen in company with a Boys’ Dog.”  Nor is his influence wholly confined to small boys.  I have seen him waiting patiently for larger boys on the way to school, and by artful and sophistical practices inducing them to play truant.  I have seen him lying at the school-house door, with the intention of enticing the children on their way home to distant and remote localities.  He has led many an unsuspecting boy to the wharves and quays by assuming the character of a water-dog, which he was not, and again has induced others to go with him on a gunning excursion by pretending to be a sporting dog, in which quality he was knowingly deficient.  Unscrupulous, hypocritical, and deceitful, he has won many children’s hearts by answering to any name they might call him, attaching himself to their persons until they got into trouble, and deserting them at the very moment they most needed his assistance.  I have seen him rob small school-boys of their dinners by pretending to knock them down by accident; and have seen larger boys in turn dispossess him of his ill-gotten booty for their own private gratification.  From being a tool, he has grown to be an accomplice; through much imposition, he has learned to impose on others; in his best character, he is simply a vagabond’s vagabond.

I could find it in my heart to pity him, as he lies there through the long summer afternoon, enjoying brief intervals of tranquillity and rest which he surreptitiously snatches from a stranger’s doorstep.  For a shrill whistle is heard in the streets, the boys are coming home from school, and he is startled from his dreams by a deftly thrown potato, which hits him on the head, and awakens him to the stern reality that he is now and forever ­a Boys’ Dog.