Better Again.
It’s all right, I am happy to say. We had not to send for the dog-doctor after all. Bob is better, indeed he is quite well, somebody called out “Rats,” and up he jumped, and flew out of his kennel, and was off with Jim, the fox terrier on a rat hunt. My brother says he was shamming. Perhaps you don’t know what that is, it means that he was pretending to be ill, but I don’t think so myself, I believe that the very name of rats is like a medicine to Bob, and does him good.
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.
Rat hunts get me going, too! Grab the rifle, slip into a pair of sporting boots and off I go with my little rat whistle in hand. Roast rat is so good after a day’s hunt.
If I eat rat it is going to be raw and fresh off the bone!
Elephant
Well, since I lost my sharp teeth after years of opening bottles with my teeth I can only eat soft food. haha.
I will see if Rat is the magic word for my dog!
just love your images – really inspiring.. 🙂 thanks.
Thank you! I think they are inspiring too.
Elephant