“Bondi” on the doings of divers dogs

Sunday Times (Sydney), Sunday 17 November 1901

Robbins gave Bailey a whole clothes-line to lead the dog home with — his name was ‘Snooker‘ — and for a time the man and the dog joggled along nice and friendly together. Suddenly, however, just as they got into the crowded part of the city, the dog became startled by the thought that perhaps Bailey was a butcher, or a plain-clothes policeman, and he began to play up in the most unseemly manner possible. First he shot forward like Revenue winning the Cup, then he jibbed back like a prudent householder on catching a first glimpse of the revenue-raising Tariff. Then he stopped dead, braced his forefeet firmly, vibrated his head swiftly, and began to pull backwards as though he was fired by a wild desire to strike out for England, home, and beauty tail first.