midday
It began in the beginning . When Tog was eight weeks old his end was foreseen . He was then little more than a soft , fluffy , black-and-white ball , awkwardly perambulating on four absurdly bowed legs . Martha , Jim Grimm 's wife , one day cast the lean scraps of the midday meal to the pack . What came to pass so amazed old Jim Grimm that he dropped his splitting-knife and stared agape . `` An ' would you look at that little beast ! '' he gasped .