There is probably no other civilized country so dog-ridden as this
We say that we love dogs: not all dogs, however. But we love some dogs - of the right breeds. There is probably no other civilized country so dog-ridden as this, both in
"Mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound,
And curs of low degree."
Goldsmith, kind man that he was, must have been a capital judge of dogs, like many other poetical gentlemen. Still, other men than poets are sometimes good judges, and great lovers of dogs; but the mass of people are quite as well satisfied with one kind of dog as with another, so that it be a dog; and they too often indulge in their companionship, much to the annoyance of good neighborhood, good morals, and, indeed, of propriety, thrift, and common justice. Of all these we have nothing to say - here, at least. Ours is a "free country" - for dogs, if for nothing else. Nor shall we discuss the various qualities, or the different breeds of dogs for sporting purposes. We never go out shooting; nor do we take a hunt - having no taste that way. Perhaps in this we are to be pitied; but we are content as it is. Therefore we shall let the hounds, and pointers, and setters, the springers, and the land and the water spaniels, all alone. The mastiffs, and the bull dogs, too, we shall leave to those who like them. The poodle, and the little lap-dog of other kinds, also, we shall turn over to the kindness of those who - we are sorry for them, in having nothing better to interest themselves about - take a pleasure in keeping and tending them.
Fonte: Rural Architecture. Farm Houses.
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