A more tragic fate awaited Kebir (in Arabic, Great), a pretty little poodle, who never was a warrior, but who, nevertheless, was adored by the regiment, on account of his grace and his extraordinary intelligence.  Left an orphan at a fortnight old, he was adopted and reared (by the milk-bottle) with paternal care by the sous-officiers of the first squadron;... (All the Year Round, Dickens, Aug. 1861).