Preface
Every reader of this book will be interested to know that Pierre was a real dog. As real as bone and muscle, and dog intelligence could make him.
His American friends described in these pages were the author and his wife.
Pierre came to us one Sunday morning while we were at breakfast just as described. We saw at once that he was a gentleman, in hard circumstances, and so took him in.
During the few months that he was with us he wriggled his way into the very depths of our hearts, although he worried us greatly as well. When we finally said good-bye to him, it was with tears in our eyes.
