One of the pups in a breeder's litter of collies had a strange appetite, fostered no doubt, because the dog fancier's kennel was deep in the southern United States.
The odd youngster spurned regular dog food, no meaty tid-bits could tempt him and he hated dog biscuits.
Just in time to save the little dog's life, the owner found he would eat nothing but melons.
He doted on them.
His brother pups could not understand this and they teased him unmercifully.
He became the butt of their pranks until his tail would droop and he would whimper and shiver in a corner.
His mother, trying to comfort him, called him to her and she said "Come to me, my melon....... collie......... baby".
