Country folks who keep dumb animals of all kinds know a good many things about them that city folks don't.
Like human beings, dumb animals sometimes go all wrong, and have to be corrected.

Of course, we can't reason with them.

So we have to do the next best thing, and correct them as we can.
"I had a little dog once that I was tremendous fond of," Uncle Solon continued.

"His name was Spot.

He was a bird-dog, and so bright it seemed as if he could almost talk.