CHAPTER XXIX. 

 THE DACHSHUND. 



WHETHER we shall ever get another dog from the 

 Continent that, within so few years, has spread, 

 multiplied, and become so much one of ourselves as 

 the dachshund, is an open question. His disposition 

 was genial, his habits were of the best, but he was 

 quaint in look, and if not so autocratic in appear- 

 ance as the Borzoi, he trotted behind his master or 

 mistress, with all the airs that follow high life, 

 conveying an impression that he alone had the right 

 to be where he was. Then, again, he was not a 

 fighting dog, and, though excellent as "a watch and 

 guard," he was not ill-natured, and his skin was 

 so soft and velvety that it became pleasanter to feel 

 and stroke him than to do the same with a Dandie 

 Dinmont terrier or another pet terrier that was said 

 to be brought from the Isle of Skye ; and he certainly 

 appeared to be two animals rolled into one a hound 

 and a terrier perhaps he is the connecting link 

 between the two breeds. 



