The Bitch and Her Whelps

A Bitch begged for space to have and rear her whelps. A Shepard granted her wish but when raised, the Bitch and her whelps decided to keep the space.

Those to whom you give kindness may turn on you.

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A bitch, ready to whelp, earnestly begged a shepherd for a place where she might litter. When her request was granted, she besought permission to rear her puppies in the same spot. The shepherd again consented. But at last the Bitch, protected by the bodyguard of her Whelps, who had now grown up and were able to defend themselves, asserted her exclusive right to the place and would not permit the shepherd to approach.

Samuel CroxallSamuel Croxall (The Two Bitches)

Croxall - Two BitchesA BITCH, who was just ready to whelp, entreated another Bitch to lend her her kennel, only till her month was up, and assured her that then she should have it again. The other very readily consented, and, with a great deal of civility, resigned it to her immediately. However, when the time was elapsed, she came and made her a visit, and very modestly intimated, that now she was up and well, she hoped she should see her abroad again; for that really it would be inconvenient for her to be without her kennel any longer, and therefore she told her she must be so free as to desire her to provide herself with other lodgings as soon as she could. The lying-in Bitch replied, That truly she was ashamed of having kept her so long out of her own house; but it was not upon her own account, (for indeed she was well enough to go any where) so much as that of her Puppies, who were yet so weak, that she was afraid they would not be able to follow her; and, if she would but be so good as to let her stay a fortnight longer, she would take it for the greatest obligation in the world. The other Bitch was so good-natured and compassionate as to comply with this request too; but at the expiration of the term, came and told her positively that she must turn out, for she could not possibly let her be there a day longer. Must turn out—says the other; we will see that; for I promise you, unless you can beat me and my whole litter of Whelps, you are never like to have any thing more to do here.


Possession is eleven points of the law; and though, where equity flourishes, and property is duly secured, the twelfth point, I mean that of right, is better than the other eleven; yet this fable may serve as a very good lesson of caution to us, never to let any thing we value go out of our possession without very good security. Wise and good-natured men will give liberally and judiciously what they can spare; but to lend, where there is a probability of our being defrauded by the borrower, is the part of a too easy and blameable credulity.