The Road to Dumbiedykes 



esting, I suppose, to some to know that 

 a dog that is all legs and snout, pos- 

 sessing no middle, can be bred. It is 

 interesting perhaps to see a breed that 

 has no nose nor brain, but what is 

 found to admire in such freaks is a 

 query put by many people possessing 

 sound minds in sound bodies. How- 

 ever, "de gustibus non est disputan- 

 dum." I have no quarrel with those 

 who like canine canaries; but as for 

 myself give me the virile, normal 

 animal that bears some resemblance 

 to the primal product of the wilds. 



I love dogs. That's why I don't 

 own one. There is no place for them 

 in town, and I can spend only a few 

 months each year in the country. 

 Moreover, you become too attached 

 to a good intelligent pup. He grows 

 into your affections in real human 

 fashion. So much so that when you 

 lose him under the wheels of a motor 

 or from natural causes you find that 

 too strong a hold has been laid upon 

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