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Then too, something else of a similar nature was required of him. The woman sent for him and said: “Thesmopolis, I am asking a great favour of you; please do it for me without making any objections or waiting to be asked repeatedly.” He promised, as was natural, that he would do anything, and she went on: “I ask this of you because I see that you are kind and thoughtful and sympathetic—take my dog Myrrhina (you know her) into your carriage and look after her for me, taking care that she does not want for anything. The poor thing is unwell and is almost ready to have puppies, and these abominable, disobedient servants do not pay much attention even to me on journeys, let alone to her. So do not think that you will be rendering me a trivial service if you take good care of my precious, sweet doggie.” Thesmopolis promised, for she plied him with many entreaties and almost wept. The situation was as funny as could be: a little dog peeping out of his cloak just below his beard, wetting him often, even if Thesmopolis did not add that detail, barking in a squeaky voice (that is the way with Maltese dogs, you know), and licking the philosopher’s beard, especially if any suggestion of yesterday's gravy was in it! The favourite ‘who had sat by him was joking rather wittily one day at the expense of the company in the dining-room, and when in due course his banter reached Thesmopolis, he remarked: “As to Thesmopolis,- I can only say that our Stoic has finally gone to. the dogs!”i.e. had become a Cynic. I was told, too, that the doggie actually had her puppies in the cloak of Thesmopolis.
