The Italian says he can't teach tricks to pedigree animals as well as to scrubs.

Those dogs jumped the ladders, and climbed them, and went through them, and did all kinds of things.

The man cracked his whip once, and they began; twice, and they did backward what they had done forward; three times, and they stopped, and every animal, dogs, goats, ponies, and monkeys, after they had finished their tricks, ran up to their master, and he gave them a lump of sugar.

They seemed fond of him, and often when they weren't performing went up to him, and licked his hands or his sleeve.

There was one boss dog, Joe, with a head like yours.