A Very Superior Dog!

Illustration:  “Dash, the Dachshund.”  Our Dear Dogs.  Father Tuck’s Happy Hour Series.  Raphael Tuck & Sons, Ltd.: London-Paris-Berlin-New York-Montreal. Printed in the Fine Art Works in Saxony.  Publishers to Their Majesties The King & Queen, & Her Majesty Queen Alexandra. Ca 1910.

“Dash, the Dachshund.”

This is not our dog, he belongs to a friend of ours and often comes to see us. He is quite at home at our place and is very friendly with our dogs.

Dash is a very polite and gentlemanly creature, his coat is sleek and shiny and is always beautifully clean, and he hates the wet and mud, and is most careful where he walks. Altogether he is a very superior dog.

 

Our Dear Dogs.

Father Tuck’s Happy Hour Series.

Raphael Tuck & Sons, Ltd.: London-Paris-Berlin-New York-Montreal. Printed in the Fine Art Works in Saxony.

Publishers to Their Majesties The King & Queen, & Her Majesty Queen Alexandra. Ca 1910.

16 thoughts on “A Very Superior Dog!

    1. Puddle water – probably not bad after lots of rain or maybe out in the country, but I do hate it in the city – so many toxins in those puddles! But I can see the dog’s point of view . . . water, right there!

      Elephant

      1. “Fred was a window gazer and bird watcher, particularly during his later years…I think of him as he used to look on our bed in Maine- an old four-poster, too high from the floor for him to reach unassisted… Once up, he settled into his pose of bird watching, propped luxuriously against a pillow, as close as he could get to the window, his soft brown eyes alight with expectation and scientific knowledge. He seemed never to tire of his work…and managed to give the impression that he was a secret agent of the Department of Justice…When he sighted a squirrel, Fred would straighten up from his pillow, tense his frame, and then, in a moment or two, begin to tremble.”

  1. We had a dachshund when I was growing up. She was nothing like so well-behaved as this dog, but she was very brave and several times came home with injuries (a couple of times serious enough for the vet) from her encounters with the various animals she hunted (we lived out in the country and she could run free). So she did not stay clean, and wet and mud did not bother her! She also bit the postman once, seeming to think that as he lay the mail on our doorstep that he was threatening us. Quite a fighter she was.

    Thanks for posting, and giving me a trip down memory lane!

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