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from　others；　remain　quite　natural；　and　these；　when　at　length　they　

meet　with　a　companion　of　experience；　and　have　the　game　explained　to　

them；　distinguish　themselves　by　the　severity　of　their　devotion　to　

its　rules。　　I　wish　I　were　allowed　to　tell　a　story　which　would　

radiantly　illuminate　the　point；　but　men；　like　dogs；　have　an　

elaborate　and　mysterious　etiquette。　　It　is　their　bond　of　sympathy　

that　both　are　the　children　of　convention。



The　person；　man　or　dog；　who　has　a　conscience　is　eternally　condemned　

to　some　degree　of　humbug；　the　sense　of　the　law　in　their　members　

fatally　precipitates　either　towards　a　frozen　and　affected　bearing。　　

And　the　converse　is　true；　and　in　the　elaborate　and　conscious　

manners　of　the　dog；　moral　opinions　and　the　love　of　the　ideal　stand　

confessed。　　To　follow　for　ten　minutes　in　the　street　some　

swaggering；　canine　cavalier；　is　to　receive　a　lesson　in　dramatic　art　

and　the　cultured　conduct　of　the　body；　in　every　act　and　gesture　you　

see　him　true　to　a　refined　conception；　and　the　dullest　cur；　

beholding　him；　pricks　up　his　ear　and　proceeds　to　imitate　and　parody　

that　charming　ease。　　For　to　be　a　high…mannered　and　high…minded　

gentleman；　careless；　affable；　and　gay；　is　the　inborn　pretension　of　

the　dog。　　The　large　dog；　so　much　lazier；　so　much　more　weighed　upon　

with　matter；　so　majestic　in　repose；　so　beautiful　in　effort；　is　born　

with　the　dramatic　means　to　wholly　represent　the　part。　　And　it　is　

more　pathetic　and　perhaps　more　instructive　to　consider　the　small　

dog　in　his　conscientious　and　imperfect　efforts　to　outdo　Sir　Philip　

Sidney。　　For　the　ideal　of　the　dog　is　feudal　and　religious；　the　

ever…present　polytheism；　the　whip…bearing　Olympus　of　mankind；　rules　

them　on　the　one　hand；　on　the　other；　their　singular　difference　of　

size　and　strength　among　themselves　effectually　prevents　the　

appearance　of　the　democratic　notion。　　Or　we　might　more　exactly　

compare　their　society　to　the　curious　spectacle　presented　by　a　

school　…　ushers；　monitors；　and　big　and　little　boys　…　qualified　by　

one　circumstance；　the　introduction　of　the　other　sex。　　In　each；　we　

should　observe　a　somewhat　similar　tension　of　manner；　and　somewhat　

similar　points　of　honour。　　In　each　the　larger　animal　keeps　a　

contemptuous　good　humour；　in　each　the　smaller　annoys　him　with　wasp…

like　impudence；　certain　of　practical　immunity；　in　each　we　shall　

find　a　double　life　producing　double　characters；　and　an　excursive　

and　noisy　heroism　combined　with　a　fair　amount　of　practical　

timidity。　　I　have　known　dogs；　and　I　have　known　school　heroes　that；　

set　aside　the　fur；　could　hardly　have　been　told　apart；　and　if　we　

desire　to　understand　the　chivalry　of　old；　we　must　turn　to　the　

school　playfields　or　the　dungheap　where　the　dogs　are　trooping。



Woman；　with　the　dog；　has　been　long　enfranchised。　　Incessant　

massacre　of　female　innocents　has　changed　the　proportions　of　the　

sexes　and　perverted　their　relations。　　Thus；　when　we　regard　the　

manners　of　the　dog；　we　see　a　romantic　and　monogamous　animal；　once　

perhaps　as　delicate　as　the　cat；　at　war　with　impossible　conditions。　　

Man　has　much　to　answer　for；　and　the　part　he　plays　is　yet　more　

damnable　and　parlous　than　Corin's　in　the　eyes　of　Touchstone。　　But　

his　intervention　has　at　least　created　an　imperial　situation　for　the　

rare　surviving　ladies。　　In　that　society　they　reign　without　a　rival：　

conscious　queens；　and　in　the　only　instance　of　a　canine　wife…beater　

that　has　ever　fallen　under　my　notice；　the　criminal　was　somewhat　

excused　by　the　circumstances　of　his　story。　　He　is　a　little；　very　

alert；　well…bred；　intelligent　Skye；　as　black　as　a　hat；　with　a　wet　

bramble　for　a　nose　and　two　cairngorms　for　eyes。　　To　the　human　

observer；　he　is　decidedly　well…looking；　but　to　the　ladies　of　his　

race　he　seems　abhorrent。　　A　thorough　elaborate　gentleman；　of　the　

plume　and　sword…knot　order；　he　was　born　with　a　nice　sense　of　

gallantry　to　women。　　He　took　at　their　hands　the　most　outrageous　

treatment；　I　have　heard　him　bleating　like　a　sheep；　I　have　seen　him　

streaming　blood；　and　his　ear　tattered　like　a　regimental　banner；　and　

yet　he　would　scorn　to　make　reprisals。　　Nay　more；　when　a　human　lady　

upraised　the　contumelious　whip　against　the　very　dame　who　had　been　

so　cruelly　misusing　him；　my　little　great…heart　gave　but　one　hoarse　

cry　and　fell　upon　the　tyrant　tooth　and　nail。　　This　is　the　tale　of　a　

soul's　tragedy。　　After　three　years　of　unavailing　chivalry；　he　

suddenly；　in　one　hour；　threw　off　the　yoke　of　obligation；　had　he　

been　Shakespeare　he　would　then　have　written　TROILUS　AND　CRESSIDA　to　

brand　the　offending　sex；　but　being　only　a　little　dog；　he　began　to　

bite　them。　　The　surprise　of　the　ladies　whom　he　attacked　indicated　

the　monstrosity　of　his　offence；　but　he　had　fairly　beaten　off　his　

better　angel；　fairly　committed　moral　suicide；　for　almost　in　the　

same　hour；　throwing　aside　the　last　rags　of　decency；　he　proceeded　to　

attack　the　aged　also。　　The　fact　is　worth　remark；　showing；　as　it　

does；　that　ethical　laws　are　common　both　to　dogs　and　men；　and　that　

with　both　a　single　deliberate　violation　of　the　conscience　loosens　

all。　　〃But　while　the　lamp　holds　on　to　burn；〃　says　the　paraphrase；　

〃the　greatest　sinner　may　return。〃　　I　have　been　cheered　to　see　

symptoms　of　effectual　penitence　in　my　sweet　ruffian；　and　by　the　

handling　that　he　accepted　uncomplainingly　the　other　day　from　an　

indignant　fair　one；　I　begin　to　hope　the　period　of　STURM　UND　DRANG　

is　closed。



All　these　little　gentlemen　are　subtle　casuists。　　The　duty　to　the　

female　dog　is　plain；　but　where　competing　duties　rise；　down　they　

will　sit　and　study　them　out；　like　Jesuit　confessors。　　I　knew　

another　little　Skye；　somewhat　plain　in　manner　and　appearance；　but　a　

creature　compact　of　amiability　and　solid　wisdom。　　His　family　going　

abroad　for　a　winter；　he　was　received　for　that　period　by　an　uncle　in　

the　same　city。　　The　winter　over；　his　own　family　home　again；　and　his　

own　house　（of　which　he　was　very　proud）　reopened；　he　found　himself　

in　a　dilemma　between　two　conflicting　duties　of　loyalty　and　

gratitude。　　His　old　friends　were　not　to　be　neglected；　but　it　seemed　

hardly　decent　to　desert　the　new。　　This　was　how　he　solved　the　

problem。　　Every　morning；　as　soon　as　the　door　was　opened；　of　posted　

Coolin　to　his　uncle's；　visited　the　children　in　the　nursery；　saluted　

the　whole　family；　and　was　back　at　home　in　time　for　breakfast　and　

his　bit　of　fish。　　Nor　was　this　done　without　a　sacrifice　on　his　

part；　sharply　felt；　for　he　had　to　forego　the　particular　honour　and　

jewel　of　his　day　…　his　morning's　walk　with　my　father。　　And；　perhaps　

from　this　cause；　he　gradually　wearied　of　and　relaxed　the　practice；　

and　at　length　returned　entirely　to　his　ancient　habits。　　But　the　

same　decision　served　him　in　another　and　more　distressing　case　of　

divided　duty；　which　happened　not　long　after。　　He　was　not　at　all　a　

kitchen　dog；　but　the　cook　had　nursed　him　with　unusual　kindness　

during　the　distemper；　and　though　he　did　not　adore　her　as　he　adored　

my　father　…　although　（born　snob）　he　was　critically　conscious　of　her　

position　as　〃only　a　servant〃　…　he　still　cherished　for　her　a　special　

gratitude。　　Well；　the　cook　left；　and　retired　some　streets　away　to　

lodgings　of　her　own；　and　there　was　Coolin　in　precisely　the　same　

situation　with　any　young　gentleman　who　has　had　the　inestimable　

benefit　of　a　faithful　nurse。　　The　canine　conscience　did　not　solve　

the　problem　with　a　pound　of　tea　at　Christmas。　　No　longer　content　to　

pay　a　flying　visit；　it　was　the　whole　forenoon　that　he　dedicated　to　

his　solitary　friend。　　And　so；　day　by　day；　he　continued　to　comfort　

her　solitude　until　（for　some　reason　which　I　could　never　understand　

and　cannot　approve）　he　was　kept　locked　up　to　break　him　of　the　

graceful　habit。　　Here；　it　is　not　the　similarity；　it　is　the　

difference；　that　is　worthy　of　remark；　the　clearly　marked　degrees　of　

gratitude　and　the　proportional　duration　of　his　visits。　　Anything　

further　removed　from　instinct　it　were　hard　to　fancy；　and　one　is　

even　stirred　to　a　certain　impatience　with　a　character　so　destitute　

of　spontaneity；　so　passionless　in　justice；　and　so　priggishly　

obedient　to　the　voice　of　reason。



There　are　not　many　dogs　like　this　good　Coolin；　and　not　many　people。　　

But　the　type　is　one　well　marked；　both　in　the　human　and　the　canine　

family。　　Gallantry　was　not　his　aim；　but　a　solid　and　somewhat　

oppressive　respectability。　　He　was　a　sworn　foe　to　the　unusual　and　

the　conspicuous；　a　praiser　of　the　golden　mean；　a　kind　of　city　uncle　

modified　by　Cheeryble。　　And　as　he　was　precise　and　conscientious　in　

all　the　steps　of　his　own　blameless　course；　he　looked　for　the　same　

precision　and　an　even　greater　gravity　in　the　bearing　of　his　deity；　

my　father。　　It　was　no　sinecure　to　be　Coolin's　idol：　he　was　exacting　

like　a　rigid　parent；　and　at　every　sign　of　levity　in　the　man　whom　he　

respected；　he　announced　loudly　the　death　of　virtue　and　the　

proximate　fall　of　the　pillars　of　the　earth。



I　have　called　him　a　snob；　but　all　dogs　are　so；　though　in　varying　

degrees。　　It　is　hard　to　follow　their　snobbery　among　themselves；　for　

though　I　think　we　can　perceive　distinctions　of　rank；　we　cannot　

grasp　what　is　the　criterion。　　Thus　in　Edinburgh；　in　a　good　part　of　

the　town；　there　were　several　distinct　societies　or　clubs　that　met　

in　the　morning　to　…　the　phrase　is　technical　…　to　〃rake　the　backets〃　

in　a　troop。　　A　friend　of　mine；　the　master　of　three　dogs；　was　one　

day　surprised　to　observe　that　they　had　left　one　club　and　joined　

another；　but　whether　it　was　a　rise　or　a　fall；　and　the　result　of　an　

invitation　or　an　expulsion；　was　more　than　he　could　guess。　　And　this　

illustrates　pointedly　our　ignorance　of　the　real　life　of　dogs；　their　

social　ambitions　and　their　social　hierarchies。　　At　least；　in　their　

dealings　with　men　they　are　not　only　conscious　of　sex；　but　of　the　

difference　of　station。　　And　that　in　the　most　snobbish　manner；　for　

the　poor　man's　dog　is　not　offended　by　the　notice　of　the　rich；　and　

k