Practice Typing

Here you are, doggy. Good old Toby. Smell it, Toby, smell it. He pushed the creasote handkerchief under the dogs nose, while the creature stood with its fluffy legs separated, and with a most comical cock to its head, like a connoisseur sniffing the bouquet of a famous vintage. Holmes then threw the handkerchief to a distance, fastened a stout cord to the mongrels collar, and led him to the foot of the water barrel.