Diomed; the Life, Travels, and Observations of a Dog
John S. Wise
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(, April 25, 2010)
This adorable doggie "observation" book was published in 1899 and is a good read for any dog lover, young or old. Excerpts from the book: My name is Diomed, and I was born April 22, 1883, in Richmond, Virginia. I am a setter dog. My earliest recollection of anything is of a stable in rear of my master's residence on one of the principal streets. A vacant stall, liberally supplied with tan bark, and flooded by the morning sunlight, had been assigned to mother. Our only neighbor was the old family horse, a warm friend of my mother, who daily looked over the partition and inquired after the health of the family. The language of dogs and that of horses is so near alike there is no trouble whatever about understanding one another. There were seven of us --- six boys and a girl. We bore a strong family resemblance, being all white, with lemon or tan markings, and dark hazel eyes like mother. A number of our visitors said we were a remarkably "even lot", whatever that may have meant; and our birth must have been quite a local event, for we had many visitors. Master's boys and girls, of whom there were five, constantly flitted in and out of the stable to see how we were coming on, and, several times daily, master would appear, accompanied by one or more sportsmen friends, and discuss our "points" freely. Human language and conduct are not only thoroughly understood by dogs, but they comprehend them at a much earlier age than do humans, because, I presume, of our much shorter lives and earlier maturity. ............................................................................... One night towards the end of our visit, it turned quite cold. When master came for me in the gray of daybreak and we started for the shooting-place, we were both pretty well tucked with cold. Lying beside the embankment, before the first glow of sunrise, we both shivered from head to foot, and snuggled up very close to each other to keep warm. The shooting that morning was unusually good. The ducks seemed braced up, and quickened in their flight, by the cold. By good fortune they fell, when shot, with few exceptions, upon the railroad or the shore of the lake, and I had very little retrieying from water. When the flight was over, we had a large string of ducks, under the load of which master staggered home; and upon reaching the sleeping-room, he threw them in a pile upon Mr. Selden, who had not yet risen from his bed.